Whether it was the stroke of her tongue or the fact that he was getting a double blast of arousal, both hers and his own, but his side of the kiss turned a little more fierce the moment he felt the velvet soft, wet, stroke. His lips parted, his hand moved from her waist to the inside of her thigh. Fingers edging up without pause. The possibility of them getting caught escaped him. The fact that she had a really tall father on the island escaped him. In that moment Will had absolutely no shame. And was simply filled with the need to have her writhing.