The kiss of the AC spiralling around the room did not help the heat of the scene. Every piece she removed, his fingers found purchase on the newly bared skin until there was nothing stopping him feeling every divot and scar she could possibly have. For a while, he could not recognize that he still had clothes on, all his attention in his hands and on her lips.
Finally pulling off that newly laundered t-shirt she had returned, it met the rest of the clothes on the ground. He pulled her down into the edge of the bed, lips trailing down her neck again. As he turned her to be sitting on the bed where he had been, he unbuttoned his pants and slid out of the rest of his clothes. The scars on display felt far more naked than actual nudity.
Leaning down over her, he returned to kissing her neck, biting at the curve. The dangerous line she walked playing with his pain associations brought out a feral side Will kept well hidden and controlled.