Jim helped along as she shrugged off her wet dress, tugging it past her hips and letting it drop to her feet. Lips sought the skin of her neck, dipping lower and down her throat, while his thumbs hooked on the elastic of her petticoats and tugged them down too.

Her skin felt too cold wherever he touched, something that he didn't like much. Uncomfortable in his wet trousers and even more drenched boots, he next busied himself with toeing them off, feeling immediate relief when his feet were out of the small pools of water within his own shoes.