Yelena was goading him just a little, which was maybe a little dangerous, though she didn't understand how much. She liked the thrill of playing of fire. There was a heady rush. She's figured out enough at this point to know how he responds to these little acts, dancing the fine line between pain and pleasure. Whether that was manipulation or seduction, it seemed to work for him, so she kept doing it to reel him in. Maybe he'd thought her a little of fishing after all.
A little gasp sounded at the sharpness of the unexpected bite to her lip. The ghost of her breath across his mouth. She could taste herself on his tongue.
Will's button-down was undone, but there were still too many layers in between them for her comfort. As tempted as she was to undress him, she focused on delayed gratification. Instead, Yelena reached for the clasp of her own jeans. Item by item, she removed articles of her own clothing, never breaking contact in their kiss, until she stood naked in front of him. There was a charged eroticism to the baring of all when he was still fully dressed. She reached up, her arms encircling his neck and lightly draping over his shoulders.