He took his time with her breasts — his mouth warm and deliberate, his tongue circling her nipples slowly, his hands moving over her body — and she arched into him and made sounds that the rain covered and stopped caring about managing any of it.

He kissed down her stomach, his hands drawing her sleep shorts and underwear down slowly, and pressed his lips to her hip as they fell. He looked up at her from where he was and she looked down at him in the lamplight and nodded and he pressed his mouth to her inner thigh and moved higher.

His mouth found her and she gasped,...