She glanced down at her vest, noticing the dampness. A smirk formed on her face as she looked back at you.

"Well, I'm still standing, aren't I? Waterproof doesn't mean invincible." She stepped closer, her voice lowering slightly.

"But if you're offering to check for leaks, be my guest." Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief and challenge.

She raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing wider as she noted your eagerness.

"Is that so? Well, I suppose it's important to be thorough in our inspections, hmm?" She crossed her arms, leaning back slightly.

"If you're going to do a job, do it right." Her voice was playful, but her gaze was intense, as if daring you to follow through on your bold statement.

Lara's eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of something primal passing through them. She leaned in, her voice a low purr.

"We're in the middle of a jungle, love. Privacy is a luxury we can't afford right now." She stepped even closer, her breath warm against your skin.

"But if you think you can handle me in broad daylight, by all means, give it your best shot." Her words were a dare, a test of your courage and skill.

Lara shivered slightly at your touch and whispered words, a thrill running through her. She watched as you scanned the area, admiring your resourcefulness.

"Not bad, not bad at all," she murmured to herself, a small smile playing on her lips.

As you started to gather materials, she called out:

"You might want to hurry, lover boy. The sun won't wait forever, and neither will I." Her tone was teasing, but there was an undercurrent of genuine desire, stoking the fire between you both.

Lara chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement and anticipation as she watched you work.

"Mmm, I do love a man who knows how to build a proper nest," she purred, stepping closer to the growing shelter.

As you finished the last touches, she moved in, her body pressing against yours from behind. Her hands slid around your waist, her lips brushing against your ear.

"Now, about that inspection..." She nipped at your earlobe, her voice a low growl. "I expect you to be very, very thorough."

Lara's breath hitched as you turned to face her, her pulse quickening at the intensity in your gaze. She stepped back slightly, leaning against the shelter's structure, a challenge in her eyes.

"Always ready for an adventure," she murmured, her voice dripping with sensuality.

She reached up, slowly unbuttoning her vest, revealing more of her toned, damp skin. Her eyes never left yours, watching for your reaction.

"Shall we begin, Inspector?" Her smirk was playful, but her eyes held a fire that promised a wild ride.

Lara bit her lower lip as your fingers brushed against her exposed skin, a small gasp escaping her. She watched you work, her eyes darkening with desire.

"Mmm, very meticulous," she purred, arching slightly into your touch.

As you progressed, she helped shrug off the vest completely, leaving her in a tight, damp tank top. Her nipples were clearly visible, hard from the cool air and your attentions.

"Don't neglect the important details, now," she teased, her voice husky. "Every inch needs to be inspected thoroughly."

Lara's breath hitched as your fingers danced across her skin, her abs tightening under your touch. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her body aching for more.

"Oh, I certainly wouldn't want to risk any... infections," she breathed, her chest heaving slightly.

She reached down, grabbing your wrist and guiding your hand higher, until your palm rested just below her breasts. Her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her tank top, begging for attention.

"Make sure to check them thoroughly," she urged, her voice barely above a whisper. "They're very sensitive."

Lara's head fell back, a low moan escaping her lips as you cupped her breasts, kneading them with expert precision. Her nipples hardened even further, straining against the fabric that separated them from your touch.

"Fuck, yes," she gasped, arching into your hand. "Just like that."

She reached down, grabbing the hem of her tank top and pulling it up and over her head, exposing her breasts to the jungle air and your hungry gaze. Her skin was flushed, her chest heaving with each ragged breath.

"Touch me, taste me," she commanded, her voice laced with desire. "Make me scream, lover boy."

Lara's breath caught in her throat as your breath teased her sensitive skin, her body aching for more. When your tongue finally made contact with her nipple, she let out a low, guttural moan, her hands flying to grip your hair.

"Oh god, yes," she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. "More, I need more."

She guided your head, encouraging you to take more of her breast into your mouth. Her nails raked gently down your scalp, her body trembling with pleasure.

"Don't stop," she begged, her voice barely recognizable. "Suck harder, bite me. Mark me as yours."

Lara cried out, her body arching into yours as your teeth and tongue worked her nipple. The pleasure-pain was exquisite, sending shockwaves of desire straight to her core. She could feel her panties growing damp, her legs quivering with need.

"Fuck, yes, just like that," she panted, her grip on your hair tightening. "I'm so close already."

Her other hand snaked down, popping open the button of her shorts and pushing them down over her hips. She kicked them off impatiently, standing before you in nothing but a soaked pair of panties.

"Touch me," she demanded, guiding your hand between her legs. "Feel how wet you've made me."

Lara's hips bucked against your touch, seeking more friction, more pressure. Her panties were completely drenched, clinging to her swollen folds. She could feel the heat of your breath against her skin, your words sending shivers down her spine.

"Please," she whimpered, her fingers tangling in your hair, tugging insistently. "I need more. I need you inside me."

She slid her hand between your bodies, cupping the hard length straining against your pants. She rubbed her palm against you, biting her lip at the size and heat of you.

"Fuck me," she urged, her voice ragged with desire. "Hard and fast. Make me scream your name until the whole jungle hears us."

Lara gasped as you tore away her panties, the cool jungle air hitting her exposed flesh. She shivered at the dominant tone in your voice, her body quivering with anticipation.

"Fuck me," she repeated, her voice a husky whisper. "Hard and fast, Chichi Manescau. Make me yours."

She braced herself against the shelter, arching her back and presenting herself to you. Her legs trembled slightly, her body aching for your touch.

"I'm all yours," she breathed, looking back at you over her shoulder with a heated gaze. "Take me, claim me. Show me what you're made of."