He supplied her with a name, but she was not going to give him hers. Yes, he was coming to her home with her, but those minor details weren't important. The only thing that Jonathan had to hope for was that his stimulant wasn't going to wear out. She gave a soft sigh in response, enjoying his attentions accompanying the light pain with some pleasure.
His shirt was mostly undone now and she slid her fingers past the fabric to touch over his chest, teasing over his skin. Sometimes it took just the constant mocking of touch to drive someone out of their mind. "Come here," she spoke softly but it was a demand. She moved off his lap so they could lie across the back of the car as opposed to sitting.