"Not so bad yourself." Her voice came out breathless and her hands slid down Geralt's back until she could grab his hips. She pressed her thigh up against him. "Are you going to take these off?"

She lifted her eyebrows at him and her hands released his hips to start gathering his shirt, drawing it higher across his back; she let the fabric tease his skin as much as her fingers did until she pulled it over his head. She met him with another kiss and she could hear the fabric tear as he dug into it.