She woke to the feeling of a hand lightly stroking the length of her body-her shoulder, her arm, her hip, her thigh. Then teeth nibbled on her ear lobe and scraped a path along the column of her neck. She turned and found herself looking into Clint's heated eyes, his lips curved in a sexy smile.
"Mornin', chere."
"I like the way you wake me up."
One hand pulled her leg over his and a hand trailed lightly over her ass to the hot crevice separating the globes.
"I could get used to it myself," he told her.
She sobered. "Clint?"
"Mm-hmm."
Sophia was doing her best to concentrate, a near impossibility with the erotic things Clint was doing to her. "If things work out the way we expect, by tomorrow or the next day we could be out of here, Logan, Ric and me."
His fingers probed between her ass cheeks, finding the tiny puckered hole and rimming it with a fingertip. "And your point is?"