Twisting her body in the seat, she climbs over the console to straddle me. The act takes me by surprise. Of all the reactions she could have, this is the one I least expected. The position must be tough on her hip, but I can’t bring myself to move her, not when she frames my face between her soft palms and stares into my eyes. Not when I’m holding my breath for her answer.
“I don’t care,” she says, pressing her lips on mine.
The elation that slams into me is violent. Like a shot of adrenaline injected straight into my veins, it spikes my pulse and heats my stomach.
Her kiss is soft and accepting. My heart starts beating differently in my chest. Easier. And there’s that feeling again. Invincible. It’s the moment that changes me, the words that set me free.
I reciprocate by dipping my hands under the hem of her dress and ravishing her mouth. She moans into the kiss, letting go of my face to pull the top of her dress down and expose her breasts. I fumble with the button of my jeans, eagerness making me clumsy. When I finally get the zipper down and free my cock, I pull the elastic of her underwear aside and surge into her too hard and too fast, but there’s no stopping now. I’m tumbling head-first into this new, foreign territory and speeding toward the future without brakes.
“Leon,” she says, moaning when I hit the right spot.
I twist her hair around my fist and tug to make her face me. My voice is thick with the command. “Tell me again.”
She gasps, her lips parting in an ecstatic expression. “I don’t care.”
Fuck, yeah.
If falling in love is a great feeling, having that love returned is even greater. Nothing could’ve expressed that she cared enough about me better than telling me she didn’t give a damn.