She lets her hands trail to the front of him, working on his buttons instantly. One by one she undoes them, parting the shirt until it’s opened and she can slide her hands along his bare chest. She’s seen him shirtless before plenty of times, but she’s never gotten to explore him with her hands, never got to drag her nails over him. She can’t wait to touch every inch of him, to mark him as hers, to find out what makes him tick.