�Don�t be silly,� Kelly scolded. �It�s a pretty big tent, we�ll just share. And I need to check on that shoulder anyway.� She managed keep the apprehension from creeping into her voice, just barely.
Seeing he wasn�t going to be able to dissuade her (and glad he didn�t have to climb down and back up a slippery soggy hillside in search of a second tent), he unpacked the remaining tent and the two of them quickly put it together and climbed inside. They kicked their soggy shoes to the corners of the tent and settled down, Max sitting cross-legged opposite Kelly, who sat with her legs pulled up and her fingers laced around her knees.
They sat quietly, catching their breath and listening to the pattering rain on the outside of the tent, just barely able to see by the moonlight glowing in through a translucent part on the top of the tent. A thousand odd things ran through his head and he dismissed them one by one, his conscience urging him to behave himself. He had yet to get lucky with a woman so far in his life, and as much as he wanted her he knew he wasn�t going to get his wish by accosting her in the wilderness. It took him a moment to realize that it was the voice of the real Kelly, and not his overactive imagination, that broke the silence.
�Well, let�s get that shirt off.�
�What?�
She repeated herself, hoping he wasn�t going to get the wrong idea about what was to come. �I need to get your shirt off if I�m gonna tend to that gash.�
�I think I�ll be fine�� He fought to keep a blush from entering his cheeks. She was just looking out for his well-being and would never�
�C�mon.� She shifted to her knees, sitting on the tops of her feet. He tried not to pay too close attention to how her wet t-shirt clung to her athletic body, the cold just barely making her nipples stand out through the material. �At least let me clean it up.�
�That�s alright, I� um� hey!� His protest was cut short as she pounced at him, tugging at his shirt. �Hey cut it out!� he said, half chuckling from the silliness of it.
She grinned and giggled, �you had your chance, now the shirt�s coming off!�
�Quit it!� he laughed as they playfully wrestled back and forth. The giggling silliness turned into an awkward silence when Max accidentally let Kelly roll him onto his back, straddling his waist with her hands on his chest and his on her hips.
They both chuckled nervously at the development. �Well then�� said Kelly, looking for anything to break the silence. She cleared her head and got to work. Max�s heart was beating quickly under her hand, almost as fast as her own. Back to work, back to work�
Max resigned himself to his fate, trying desperately not to think about what he was most readily thinking about as he watched her warm soft hands move down his chest and pull the hem of his shirt out.
Kelly found that the rain had made his shirt just as clingy as hers, so she let her hands glide along his toned abs as she slowly peeled the shirt up. He found himself breathing faster as she moved up his body, hoping that she wouldn�t notice he was enjoying this way too much. Given where she was sitting, she would notice pretty quickly.
She slowly continued to slide his shirt up, secretly enjoying his gentle hands on her hips and taking maybe a little more time than needed feeling up his chest. He obligingly lifted his arms so she could pull the shirt completely off. Squeezing her thighs slightly to keep her balance, she leaned low over him as she finished removing his shirt.