Her hand drifted to his waistband, then fell away.
Their eyes met.
Then, Aodh did the same thing to her as she had done to him. His hand became a mirror of hers. He ran a calloused fingertip down her neck, over the rise of her breasts and down her belly. As he went, he caught the loosened laces of her bodice between his knuckles and gave another long pull. It tightened the fabric against her already hardened nipples and the corset, once bound like a fist around her ribs, suddenly loosened.