She doesn't take a step back, doesn't get crowded against his car (of course he'd get the car back right away, fucker), even if she really wants to. Instead, she stands her ground, and only shivers a little when he touches her, a little whimper locked in her throat.

"Oh...fuck," she whispers under her breath, "this hits a lot of guilty fantasies."

She bites her lower lip and looks up at him, trying hard not to pant already. On the street.

"Okay." A quick lick of her lips, and she nods. "Okay, let's go inside. I'm still trying to figure out if you're a dream or really back, I think inside is a better idea...for talking and...mm, other stuff..." He is such a tease, and it works. It all works.