He'd been right, the sight of her coming on his fingers, legs spread out on his front seat, was as hot as the sight of her lips around his cock, and, unashamedly smug in how right he'd been, Tragos hooked an arm around her back to pull her away from the door handle and into his arms. He kissed her deeply, his wet hand tangled in her hair, the whole car smelling of the pair of them as well as oil and leather. "Can't wait to show you how the back seat folds down," he muttered against her mouth, without letting go of her at all.