Climbing into his lap had been a secondary thought. It wasn't her first intention at all. Nat had started with the thought of merely kissing him, but it had become so much more so easily. He'd lit a passion in her that came from a place that had sat dormant for longer than she could remember. It made her heart pound as she slid her fingers down along his back.

There was strength there, the curve of muscle and the way it dipped when he moved. Natasha instinctively rolled against him, and sighed out softly. Breaking the kiss to breathe, she touched her lips to the corners of his mouth, and then along his chin, nudging it upward so she could lick and suck over his neck.