Danielle fumbled with Seth’s belt, fingers slipping over the stubborn buckle like it was actively trying to piss her off.
“Why is this thing so complicated?” she muttered, narrowing her eyes at it like that might help.
Seth laughed softly, the sound low and nervous. “Here, let me…”
His hands brushed hers gently as he took over, deftly unfastening the belt in a way that made her both grateful and annoyed. He made it look so easy.
She took over again once the belt was gone, popping the button and easing down the zipper without a problem. But then she hesitated, her hands stilling just below his waist.
The last time she’d seen him naked, it had been fast. Clumsy. All heat and instinct and rushed decisions. She hadn’t looked—not really. And the one time she had seen him, he hadn’t exactly
