His hands slipped lower, fingers curving beneath the collar of her shirt to follow the line of collarbones. He kissed her chin, the center of her throat, the hollow, sensual, hungry presses of lips and tongue. Lower yet, he pushed his hands between them to caress the upper curves of her breasts, thumbs nearly meeting between them.

It was likely impossible to see in the starlight, but he was faintly flushed. He could feel the heat in his face, neck, and ears, nothing akin to embarrassment. His hands shifted to her shoulders to hold her there while he kissed all along the border of her collar, shoving the fabric aside with the side of his cheek.