Phei's hand tightened on her jaw ever so slightly, then his thumb pressing just hard enough to keep her mouth open for him as the kiss turned savage again—tongues fucking deep, wet, sloppy, saliva stringing between their lips like a bridge and evidence of their kiss every time they parted for a ragged breath.
Phei didn't ask for permission and simply hooked one arm under her ass, the other around her waist, and yanked her across the centre console in one smooth, possessive motion towards himself with enough strength.
She gasped in a sharp and delighted voice while straddling his lap in the driver's seat, while her knees braced on either side of his hips, dress riding up to bunch around her waist giving more access it's owner had already surrendered.
The silk clung obscenely to her inner thighs like paint, spreading wider with every tiny shift of her hips.
