Their kisses and furtive fumbling was loud in comparison to the quiet breaths from the three other cots in the hut. Though Marcus didn't care one way or another who heard them or who knew what they were doing, the last thing he wanted was to be interrupted. He tried to keep quiet, to keep his groans silent in the wake of Katie's hands, but her whispered confession caught him off-guard. His groan, while still suppressed, seemed to ring out into the night. Marcus parted his lips against Katie's throat to suck the skin there between his teeth. She tasted so good there, the taste of her concentrated on that one spot he vowed he'd turn a vivid purple by morning.
"I love you too. ...Katie," he breathed against the spot, a hand slipping under her shirt to cup her breast and thumb her nipple while he still could. With the other, Marcus reached between them, helping to tug clothes out of the way, but his movements lacked the urgency Katie's possessed. He didn't want this to be over. He wanted them to take their time. He didn't care about coming, he only wanted her.
"Wanna be on top this time?" he whispered and latched back onto her pulse point to keep from saying any more.