He couldn't hide the blush at his own gratitude that she'd thought to get the nightie off before he could try. His big hands were better suited for working a jitte or punching a pirate across the jaw than finesse like working those straps. It wasn't fair. Bras he could handle. But the nightie with its 6 odd straps was fiendish.

As he laid her down on the bed he kissed her all over, biting softly on her neck and undid his belt, kicking off the boots.