He could feel her impatience and in truth it fueled his own, control may seem easy for him but it was like a suit of armor. When freed from it was like heaven. When she began to tug at his clothes his fingers found hers. Brushing anywhere that was bare to them as he did so. If he could memorize her through touch he would but he would need time.

Later..

He could find that time, for now he would indulge what spaces he could find and linger after. He caught her shirt then realized his jacket was in the way. It is quick and reluctant when he let go and shrugged the jacket to the floor. Never mind where it landed o if it got dirty. Her slender waist came beneath digits and they held, pulled closer then pushed back enough to grip the hem of her shirt.

Elijah shoved it upward, knuckles grazed her abdomen as the fabric curled in a bunch till right below her upper ribs.