He draws a harsh, shaking breath at the touch of her lips, then kicks the last of his clothes off and pulls back so he can lean down and kiss her again.

"You have me," he promises, when the kiss breaks, each word low and rough with desire. "I'm yours."

Bucky kisses her again, then trails more kisses back along her jawline and down her throat as he curves his right hand over her body, petting and stroking.