"Why are we talking?" This wasn't exactly the talking situation. He looked down to her baggy jeans, his eyes cutting back to the hand she had hold of, his finger in her mouth. He looked at it intently, incredibly focused on the action and the way his blood had a sheen against her lips. Who needed to wear lip gloss around a psychopath? He finally drew his intense fast back to her small face. "So take the off." In the meantime he wiggled loose his belt and the zipper. It was a good thing she had the dumpster as a wall because this was going to be a hard ride.