“But I thought you were the one who was supposed to be pinning me to the floor,” she pointed out. She could only imagine how silly they looked, grinning at each other like lunatics, and she couldn’t care less. This was perfect, he was perfect. Perfect to her.

Her breath hitching when he ground up against her, his arousal more than obvious, Natasha ducked her head against to his neck, dragging first her teeth along his skin, then her tongue to soothe it.

“Maybe I should give you a matching mark...” she purred, clearly playing with fire. She hadn’t chosen an off the shoulder sweater just on a whim.