“Take this off,” he growled.
Milt stepped back and pulled off the shirt in a single graceful movement. “You too.”
Russ heard fabric tear as he ripped his own shirt off. In an almost violent movement, they came together again and both groaned at the sensation of bare skin on bare skin. Russ couldn’t tell if he was still angry or just really turned on. This was probably a bad idea either way, but he didn’t think he’d be able to stop if he wanted to. And he didn’t want to.