Her fingers at his waist sent all his thoughts straight out of his head. Manipulating the clasp was easy enough for him, and he did it without hesitation once she uttered those words. He had no qualms with taking her right here, in this chair, if she so pleased.

One step at a time, though. Clint pulled their hips flush, pressing against her with little regard for propriety or modesty. He wanted her, and he wanted her to know that. There was little room for questioning that now, now that he was pushing the shirt roughly from her shoulders with one hand, her bra following soon after.]