Summer looked up from the ornament box she was digging through, smiling slowly. “Hmm? How would you like me, then?” A mischievous glitter lit her eyes. “Naked with a bow? In a gorgeous dress on your arm? Making you beg me for mercy? Putting snow down your back?”
“That’s not at all how it works. The more you kiss me, the more I’m tempted.” She looked up at him through her eyelashes, turning her face into his hand. “Come on,” she whispered.
“That works for me,” the hawk hummed and leaned in for another kiss. He could never get enough of you and your kisses.
Summer purred, nipping at Clint’s mouth. “Tell me what you want,” she whispered.
“You, I want you.” He kissed a trail up your neck, nibbled on your ears and finished with a deep kiss on your mouth.
She sighed, drawing back and smiling at him gently. “I like details, darling. I don’t like having to decide everything.”