"Wait," he gasps, fumbling for his belt himself. He pulls the strap free of the loops with one hand on his holster. A moment later the belt's been tossed on the floor and the gun has been carefully placed on the night stand.

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"All right," he amends, returning to her mouth with a passion. One hand tries to assist her with his trousers, though he's distracted by what her hands are doing.