Sometimes, foreplay was highly overrated. Or at least parts of it were.

She melted into his kiss again, giving as good as she got while her hands roamed over his back and down to the bottom edge of his second shirt. Her fingers slipped under the hem and she began to slowly tug it upward, getting just a tiny bit frustrated when she had to pull back from the kissing. "You're overdressed," she grumbled playfully.