Marcus was aware of her scars. Some he knew the stories of. Others, he didn't. It didn't really matter to him if she wished to tell him all of them. If she did, he'd listen. Other than that they play no role in what was currently taking place between them. He barely even saw them. Not with the slight tease that she was. "We'll see," he murmured, smirking as her fingers tugged at the drawstring. If there was one thing Marcus Flint was good at it was manipulating the situation to get what he wanted. She'd wear more lingerie and he knew just how to get her to do it.
The trail of her fingers over him was a temptation he never could resist. "You have too much clothing on," he muttered, a hand moving to her shoulder and pushing her back against the top of the bar. "I think we should fix that." His hands moved to the waistline of her jeans where the button was still popped open. In a matter of moments, he had her in just her knickers, her jeans tossed to the side with her sweater.
Dropping his head his lips pressed to the smooth expanse of her stomach, hands brushing up her thighs to her hips, using the hold he had on her to draw her against him. Tugging her hips against him, forced his lips upward, latching onto a nipple. He teased her through the thin material of her bra, so aware of her pressed against him. "Still too much," he muttered, nipping playfully at the top of her breast.