She kissed him back with passion and need that equaled his own and Clint was lost. He could taste her, breathe her in, feel her skin under his fingers still cool from the winter air outside. He was drowning in her and he didn’t want to be saved.

Moving his hands down to cup her ass, he lifted her up as if she weighed nothing, holding her there as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He took one step forward but didn’t know which way to go so he turned to press her back against the wall instead, press himself hard against her.

His lips never left hers.