She wasn't used to being exposed, for the layers of clothing and control to be peeled away from her any more than she was prepared to enjoy it so much. He was a sight, lips against her chest, following the inevitable path downwards. Her threadbare restraint barely held her in check to keep her still for him, concerned that if she pressed too eagerly she might upset their careful balance.

But that look caught her unawares, the heat and intensity behind his gaze all but staggering. Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled her free of the band around her breasts, the sound almost deafening to her in the silence. Eyes searching his face and drinking in his expression, her legs hooked tighter around him - not for stability but for the feeling and the friction - her fingers combing out of his hand and dragging downwards along the back of his neck.