No sooner had she shut the door when Clint was leaning over for a little taste of what was to come to tide him over for the drive. He kept his kiss and his touches sweet and playful, but she could feel the urgency lingering just below the surface and knew he was exercising a good deal of self restraint right then.

For a moment she gave in, kissing him back and letting his hand wander before her own covered it and stopped the movement.

“Keep that up, hotshot, and you’re just going to make the drive back even harder”, she said, grinning against his lips.