How did she expect for them to even get anywhere when she was doing all that to him? Sam grit his teeth and closed his eyes, letting each and every touch and push ride through him without a second thought. Ruby was making him want her again. Fuck it all, he was still inside her and she was using that against him. Sam was getting hard for Ruby all over again and he immediately wished that he had more self control than what he was displaying now.
He could barely process what she was saying. Something about the bar. Dancing. Fucking. Yes, that. Sam would take option C, no questions asked.
"Don't," Sam immediately protested when she stopped. It was too late. Shooting her a half irritated look, followed by one of pure curiosity, Sam put his arms around her waist, shifted to the side, and lifted her out of the car. He kept her close to him, not bothering to set her down at all. Sam didn't really want to let go of Ruby. It was chilly and her body felt warm and being inside of her still felt so damn good. He'd have to eventually. But right now...
Sam pushed her against the side of the car and tilted his head to the side, squinting through the dark to survey their surroundings. "Where do you want it?" He asked huskily, contemplating the same himself. "How do you want it?"