Tragos set his eyes forward as they turned that corner, but he didn't pull his hand out of her shorts. No, that hand was staying right there until she yielded, came, or they reached their destination, whichever one she arrived at first. He urged her thighs a fraction further apart, tugging the leg that wasn't on the acceleration toward him, and moved his fingers up to the edge of her underwear. "Good girl," his voice was low as he ran his fingers firmly up the centre of her, thrilled by the warmth gathering under his hand, the feel of it radiating through the fabric of her panties. "Hold her steady, stay in your lane."