Glancing once -- and then twice in Coby's direction, Dusty stopped moving when she slid in close to him, closing the space as though they had been magnetized toward each other. The hand on his thigh made him shudder, but it was the lips touching his ear that brought out a strangled sound of arousal, his mouth hanging open wantonly.
Dusty shook his head briefly, sure he couldn't possibly mind anything Coby came up with to keep herself entertained. He couldn't have realized how much it would effect him, the feel of her hand snaking up his thigh, her fingers tugging down his zipper and then forcing it's way into his jeans. A groan caught in his throat and Dusty jerked the wheel minutely, struggling to stay focused. He throbbed in her hand eagerly, already leaking and dying to have more. This drive was quite literally going to give him a heart attack -- if that were even possible when you weren't really living anymore.
"You can just... keep that up," he managed, turning out of the theater parking lot. "If you're uhh... so inclined..."