"On the contrary," he says, lifting her shirt up and away from her to pull it easily over her head and leave it with the rest. He'll have them all washed and ready before she leaves. He hadn't been simply paying lip-service to the responsibilities of a good host.

"I deny myself a lot of things. It makes the pleasure sweeter when it finally comes."

As if to make a point, there are no kisses yet, no strokes and wandering touches, but thorough motion toward the goal of undress. Slipping a hand around her back, his fingers find the hooks of her bra and gently slip them loose before removing it as well. It had looked nice on her, so it was almost a pity, but not as much a pity as never getting to see her without it would have been. Reaching around, leaning over her with long arms, he turns the water on to heat up before closing the shower curtain.

Finding her skirt, tucked over a pair of tights, he slithers them down to a pile on the floor, pausing where he's crouched beside her to press a kiss against the smooth skin of her thigh, smile curving his lips against her.

"So I encourage you to remember that about me. Is there anything I should remember about you?"