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I turn away, staring at the perfect view outside. "Then stop saying things like that. If you care about me, don't act like you're going to fall in love with me."
His voice is even. "Fair enough."
"And that. Stop with that. You have all the cards in this relationship. Stop bragging about how fucking collected you are."
He runs his hands over my shoulders, pulling my bra straps down. "I'm not collected." He unclasps my bra and rubs my nipples. "It's just that all my attention is already focused somewhere else." He takes my hand and slides it over the bulge in his jeans.
My breath catches in my throat. "That's not the same thing."
He pinches my nipples, sending pangs of desire all the way to my toes. My body screams with want. It won't forgive me if I do anything besides touch him.
"I do care about you." He pulls my jeans and panties to my feet in one fell swoop. "But this is the only way I can show you."
"I know."
His fingertips skim my thighs. "Are sure you're okay with that?"
I let my eyes flutter closed. "I have to take it or leave it."
Miles runs his hand over my calf, the inside of my knee, my thigh. "You can leave it."
"I'd believe you if you weren't about to fuck me."
He grabs my knees and arranges me so I'm on top of him. "I can stop. I'd rather not, but I can."
"Don't. I want you to show me how you care about me." I squeeze my eyelids together.
If this really is all Miles can offer, then it has to be enough. I need him to show me how he cares, even if it's with his cock inside me.
He rubs my shoulders, bringing my body onto his. The backseat is too small for two tall people. One of my legs is squeezed between his knee and the seat. The other is skimming the floor.
Miles is three inches from me. He brushes a hair behind my ear. His fingers slide over the curve of my chin. It's soft and sweet, like he loves me.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Show me."
He presses his palm flat against my back. "Look at me."
I pry my eyes open. He's staring at me, staring through me. It's like he can see inside me, see how close I am to crumbling.
"You don't look okay." His voice is just as soft and sweet as his touch.
"Don't pretend it matters to you."
"It does." He wraps his arms around me and holds me close. "You look like you're about to cry."
I press myself up, so we're eye to eye. "Show me, whatever that means, or drive me home."
He holds my gaze. It feels like forever passes, but it can't be more than a minute. Then, his eyes flutter closed, and his lips find mine.
It's the same kiss as before. One that would mean I love you in a normal relationship. His hands slide to my ass, his touch soft and delicate.
We're inches apart. His cock is just under my sex.
He takes my hips and guides me onto him. It's slow and gentle, and then he's all the way inside me.
I plant my hands on his shoulders and bring my body closer. We're face to face. Staring into each other's eyes. He keeps his grip on my hips, guiding my movements to drive his cock deeper inside me.
