Joel takes his time unfastening each button slowly. He could just pull the shirt over my head or rip the buttons open, but this pace seems purposeful. As if he is giving me time, either to change my mind or to build up my desire. I can barely breathe with the need I have for him. The air feels too thick, every inhale filling me with a deeper longing. When he finally pushes the shirt from my shoulders, letting it join my robe on the floor, I’m about ready to melt for him. Joel looks over my almost naked body with a heated gaze. He doesn't just focus on my breasts as I'd expected, he looks over my every curve as if he's admiring a piece of art. He pulls off his shirt, letting me see him too. The soft glow of the lamp in the room seems to highlight each toned muscle and I have to bite my lip
