Page 123 of Rock Me All Night
"I know. But that doesn't make it easier."
He runs his hand through my hair. "They care about you. Let them."
I close my eyes. His touch is delicate. His voice is soft. But he's never going to love me and he's better off alone.
I pull back. "Who the hell do you think you are to tell me to let someone care about me?"
He doesn't falter. "Fair enough."
It doesn't bother him. I hate that it doesn't bother him.
His lips skim my neck. Heat surges through me. All I need to do is close my eyes and surrender to his body against mine. It doesn't matter if he'll break my heart later. It doesn't matter that my parents are erasing my sister's existence.
This moment is the only thing that matters.
I lean into his lips. He moves faster, scraping his teeth against my skin, tugging at my cardigan.
"This is all I can offer you," he says.
Every place he touches is on fire, desperate for more of him, whatever he can offer. "I know."
He pulls my sweater over my head. "You've hurt so much. I can't bring myself to add to that."
His eyes find mine. They're dead serious, and there's such a sweetness to his gaze. He does care about me, even if it's only enough not to completely discard me.
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.
