His head falls back as he lets out a hoarse, raw cry. He’s barely able to keep his hips from jerking as she surrounds him, his back arching instead with the force of his desire.

Bucky puts one leg over hers, stroking up and down her thigh with his calf, and cradles her head with a shaking hand, his fingers tangled in the wild glory of her hair. “Ah god, Sharon, baby please—“