The first one describes Mac and Hannah’s attraction. 😉
She fisted her hands in his tee shirt and pressed closer. Twisting around, she got her legs free and wrapped them around his waist. She rubbed her center against his hard cock and it swelled even more.
He smelled her arousal. Only supreme self-control kept him from ripping off her uniform. It was the only one she had. If he shredded it as he wanted to—needed to—she’d be naked afterward and then he’d have to kill his pack mates for looking at her.
Growling, he stripped her with a patience born of necessity. He pulled the olive green tee shirt over her head, severing the touch between his lips and hers for a heartbeat. A quick breath later, her bra followed the shirt.
And this one is Mac with a little more control.
“I’m not ready to let you go.”
Her eardrum felt the words as puffs of air yet she heard them as clearly as if he’d shouted them from the nearby mountains. Her heart, heretofore marching along steadily, danced a stutter step. Her cheek brushed the comfortable cotton knit of his standard-issue tee shirt as her lips quirked into a one-sided smile. His heart had stuttered, too, as he mouthed those words against her ear.
Then we switch to Lightfoot the first time he encounters Liz:
He stepped through the ring of wolves, his hand dropping briefly to the head of the alpha. As he approached, she got a better look at him. Close-cropped black hair above piercing eyes that also appeared black. Dark-skinned with high cheekbones, a hawk nose, and a strong jaw, he towered over her. She resisted stepping backwards. She recognized the uniform now. Dark woodland camouflage pants and boots topped with an olive tan shirt with a U.S. Forestry Service patch. A forest ranger. She relaxed just a little.
“Give me your hand.”
And back at Lightfoot’s cabin, after he’s rescued Liz with Nakai’s help and they’r back at his cabin.
Liz opened the bathroom door. She’d dressed in jeans and an over-sized plaid shirt that did nothing to hide her curves. If he’d been a man who blushed, he’d be beet red at the look Tala and Nakai exchanged. The older man cough and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “moonstruck pup.” He chose to ignore the gibe. Michael wouldn’t add credence to the man’s assertions even as his gut twisted and his free hand opened and closed with the need to reach for Liz, to touch her and hold her and take her back to bed. Dammit.
At this stage of the game, most clothing descriptions lean toward BDUs, olive drab tee shirts, and uniforms. 😆 Well, except for the examination gown Hannah had to wear–the one with the purple tigers and lime green elephants.
What about y’all? Any of you have clothing descriptions you want to share?