Scarlett's protest weakened. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips as his thumb brushed over her hardened nipple. Her hands, which had been pushing against his chest, slowly curled into his shirt instead, gripping the fabric tightly.
"Andrew…" she breathed, her voice trembling between resistance and desire.
He kissed her deeply, swallowing her half-hearted protest. His tongue slid against hers, coaxing her to respond. Scarlett hesitated for only a moment before she kissed him back, her body slowly melting against him.
Andrew's hand moved lower, slipping inside her wet shorts and panties. His fingers found her still slick and sensitive from their earlier encounter in the river. He stroked her folds gently, then pushed two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that perfect spot.
