Matt can run a mile while leaping across rooftops and hardly break a sweat, but right now with her his chest is heaving while his heart races along with it.

He reads her, his fingers feeling her prickled flesh, every hitch and shudder his touch causes. He hears her, the soft gasps and moans, when her breath catches and the thrum of her heart. Perspiration and more is in the air and all of it tells him what she wants.

Removing his hand from her breast he takes both hands out from beneath her shirt and reaches for the hem of it, drawing the t-shirt up to take it off of her.