It was easy, shedding the rest of his clothes. A little clumsy, he managed to kick his shoes off, and it was still clumsy as he slid his jeans and underwear down his hips - and then he was naked in front of her, and he wasn't even thinking about his scars. He wasn't even really thinking about himself at all.

Except for how much he wanted her.

He crawled up the bed, reaching out and sliding a hand up the smooth skin of her thigh. It wasn't even completely about him, the wanting. He wanted to make her feel good. He wanted to make her feel amazing.

He laughed softly, leaned down and grazed his lips over her lower belly.