She worked the buttons open slowly and pushed it off his shoulders and it fell somewhere in the fig tree's shadow and she pressed her lips to his chest and felt him inhale. His hands found her jumper and she lifted her arms and he pulled it over her head and unclasped her bra and let it fall and she stood in the walled garden in the afternoon sun bare from the waist up and felt the warmth of it on her skin and the warmth of his eyes on her and neither was anything but good.

He cupped her breasts in both hands and she arched into him and...