She was still leaning against the rail looking at the view when he pulled her back toward him.
She turned and looked at him, reading his face, finding what was there, and then she reached up and started unbuttoning her top again without him having to say anything about it.
He kissed her while she did it, his hands finding her waist, and she pressed into the kiss with the warmth of someone who had stopped being strategic about anything and was just present in the moment they were in.
Her top fell open and he moved his mouth from hers to her neck, working down slowly, feeling her breathing change against his cheek, her hands finding the back of his head.
He moved lower, his mouth finding her chest, pressing against the soft skin above her boobs before moving to them, his tongue circling slowly.
"Oh," she said quietly. "Mm."
