"I can help you with that," Tony offered. "I am very good at breaking your schedules into very small pieces." He didn't try all that often anymore, but he had proved that he could enough in the past. She had even proved, with this trip, that she was perfectly capable of jumping into things, and that it was delightful when she did.
He hadn't been serious, but with her glare, he realized he'd touched on something that went deep and serious with her. Reaching out to rest his hands on her shoulders, he was more than willing to promise, "We keep this to ourselves." If only because the idea of Pepper all to himself was resurrecting old thoughts from when he'd first hired her, before she'd swiftly disabused him of the idea of sleeping together.
It was different now, though. She wasn't just a conquest, and not just because he was bored and was using sex to fill the boredom. She was Pepper, and he wouldn't forget her in the morning.
He felt her hesitate, and felt that moment where she relaxed and kissed him back, and couldn't help the slow smile against her mouth. He took his time kissing her - it wasn't just a matter of shoving a tongue into her mouth and calling it foreplay. It was discovering and cataloging the soft details of her, the softness of her lips, the whisper taste of vanilla and citrus, the way her hand found his arm for support, the vivid color of her eyes when she pulled back and looked at him.
"Making out is underrated," he decided. "Let's do that some more, then jump off the rock because we can, then go back and have sex."