The mix in sensations is what's making it so interesting for her. The warm press of his lips, his tongue, that wet flick of it. Then the grip of one warm hand and one cooler, firmer one. She knows that hand is dangerous, even to her. He could grip her hip in it and crush her pelvis, just like with most normal men, she could break their neck if they slipped their head between her thighs. That was another reason she'd turned down things like that. She was too scared of what she might do if she wound up enjoying it too much.

But Bucky? That grip told her he could handle her. And that kiss had her tipping her head back with a sigh.