"Lena," he murmured against her mouth, voice low and thick, "you're driving me crazy…let me show you."
Another lie, sweet and slick, sliding off his tongue like honey, but she didn't call it out.
Her hands tightened on his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle, and she sank onto the cot, pulling him down with her.
The thin mattress dipped under their weight, a faint creak cutting through the quiet of the room, and he followed her lead, the heat of her body a magnet he couldn't resist.
The air was warm, heavy with the day's trapped heat, and the moonlight from the narrow window cast a pale glow over her, catching the flush creeping up her neck.
He didn't waste time, his hands tugged at her shirt, fingers hooking under the hem and peeling it up, the rough fabric catching briefly before sliding off her arms.
She was warm under his palms, her skin soft and alive, a faint sheen of sweat glistening where the light hit.
