"God you're beautiful." He purred as her shirt was tossed into the backseat. He gladly kneaded her breasts in his hands, his fingers teasing over each nipple. He wanted to capture each one between his lips, but he also wanted to just... Kiss her. He groaned when she dropped one on his lips.
"Nah, I want you right here, your back pressed against the steering wheel. But that doesn't mean I don't have control. Does it?" He questioned with an arch of his brow, to prove his point when she eased his hands down, his fingers clutched at her hips again, giving a hard roll of his own against her. His fingers made short work of the zipper of her jeans though. Fingers curling in the waist and giving a yank. If he could have he would have ripped them off of her. But that wasn't in his bag of tricks. "Though part of me wants to bend you over the back of this seat and make sure my name isn't one you'll ever forget."