Josephine willingly helped in letting her thin undershirt slip off of her body, shuddering from the chill as the night air was allowed more of her skin. As well as Raoul, of course. She knew she would not be shivering for long, as his touch distracted her from such senses of temperature. A shiver traced her spine at his words, and as her lips parted to speak his hands went to her breasts. A gasp and breathy moan replaced her words again. As his mouth replaced one hand, she raised one of her own to quiet her groans and frantic breathing. Her back arched ever so slightly, her legs parting slightly move as she shifted beneath him.