The little yelp made him chuckle a little, leaning down over Kate to press his mouth to her throat, bracing himself on his knee by her thigh and working his way down her chest.
Naked was good, naked meant no more layers to put up with between skin, naked meant plenty of skin to explore too. Braced on his knee and one elbow, Clint ran a hand over Kate's stomach, up to her breast, stroking the warm skin while he fixated on that mark he'd left on her throat a little earlier.
He was careful not to lower too much of his weight onto her, but enough to secure a little contact and shared body heat.