Andrew's hand moved higher under Scarlett's shirt, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her bra. He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing over her hardening nipple. Scarlett gasped into the kiss, her body arching slightly against him.
"Andrew… we can't…" she whispered breathlessly, even as her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer.
But Andrew didn't stop. He kissed her deeper, his tongue exploring her mouth with growing hunger. The thin walls of the tent felt like the only thing separating them from the rest of the world.
He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down her neck, sucking and licking the sensitive skin. Scarlett tilted her head back, biting her lower lip to hold back a moan. His hand continued to knead her breast, occasionally pinching her nipple lightly, drawing soft, involuntary sounds from her.
"You're so sensitive tonight," he murmured against her collarbone, his voice low and husky.
