She helped him balance as he undressed, greedy gaze taking him all in. He was gorgeous, lean and lethal and if anything she wanted him more.

Leanin into him, echoing his groan, leaned up, snaking his arms around his shoulders to kiss his face, lips finding his mouth. Between her legs she could feel how wet she was, and that thought made her shiver. To hell with manners and propriety.

"Clint," she leaned back. "Fuck me." It was half request, half an order.