"Just trying to get you warmed up. Wouldn't want you to catch a cold."

The innocent look in Clint's eyes matched his words perfectly and he kept them on Natasha's face when he lowered his head to her chest and softly sucked on the peaks of hardened skin, pressing through her bikini and dress. His hands stayed on her waist in a weak attempt of not taking things too far, but damn... It was hard with her soft luscious curves pressed enticingly against his cheek and the quiet noises she was making.

There was a faint hint of salt water still radiating off her, increasing his yearning for taking this down to the beach. The picture of her body wrapped around his in warm water, waves playing around them, entered his mind, and it was definitely something he wanted to do, and soon... Still it was hard to let go off her just yet. Especially when her legs around his waist indicated, she wasn't that much in a hurry herself.

"You're just driving me too goddamn crazy", he murmured, making his way back up to cover her neck and shoulder with kisses again.