Natasha's hands were no longer still. Her fingers, tentative at first, found the hem of his shirt, tugging gently as she deepened the kiss.
James smiled against her lips, sensing her intent. He kept kissing her, slow and steady, letting her take the lead.
Her hands slid up, brushing against the warm skin of his abdomen, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch.
James shifted slightly, helping her ease his shirt up and over his head. He tossed it carelessly to the side, never once breaking their kiss.
Natasha's breath hitched when she felt him bare against her. James' chest, broad and golden under the muted light, pressed warmly against her softer curves.
Without pausing, Natasha's fingers found his belt, fumbling slightly.
James, still kissing her slowly, reached down to help, their touches brushing against each other, sparking heat in the small, private space between them.
