The ground is a little hard and the whole tent is cold, but Maeve is kissing him, her naked body pressed to his, so there is nowhere else he'd rather be.

He slides his arm under Maeve's head, wrapping it loosely around her as he kisses her again, licking into her mouth as his other hand slides down her back to the swell of her ass. It's the kind of kiss that just keeps going and going, mouths parting and meeting, tongues slicking together, and by the time he pulls back, it's warmer in the tent and his cock is hard against her hip.

"I told you it'd be fun," he says breathlessly, smiling against her mouth as he grabs lazily at her ass cheek, pulling her more tightly against him. "And that I'd keep you warm."