Her sweet offer nearly brings him to his knees with the wave of desire that washes through him. He’s only a man, and he’d dare any man to resist that gift.

Bucky slides his hand up from her shoulder to curve around the nape of her neck. “Oh, I do, angel,” he assures her as he leans down, his breath warm against her lips for an instant. “Believe me, I do.”

He kisses her, slow and deep and sweet.