He wanted her body against his. With quick, hard hands, he stripped away the thin silk of the loose robe she wore, shucked off his pants, his shirt. Hot skin to hot skin. Smooth to rough. Soft to hard. Yes, please God. Heaven on Earth. Always. A miracle. His miracle.I've heard of shucking oysters. But never pants. I wonder if that requires its own knife. And did he use the hinge method?