She knew, she definitely knew, and it was for the growl she elicited that she did it. A shiver ran down her spine and her stomach clenched at the feral sound, and she found herself rubbing against him, just short of practically humping his leg. She could feel his muscles working against her lips and sucked at his skin, wanting to sink her teeth into him and not let go.

“Maybe,” she agreed slowly, lingering a moment longer before abruptly pulling away from Clint. Moving over beside him, she bumped her hip against his before bending over the tub rather provocatively to turn on the tap and start mixing the water. “And maybe you should lose those pants.”