"Safety first," I murmured, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my breath hot against her skin. Her scent—warm, floral, with a hint of something darker—filled my lungs, her body heat radiating against me.
She swallowed hard, her pulse fluttering in her throat, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Y-You scared me…"
I pulled back, just enough to lock eyes with her, my smirk slow, knowing. "Did I?"
Her gaze darkened, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You knew I didn't."
I chuckled, low and rough, my fingers lingering on the seatbelt before trailing to her thigh, brushing the fabric of her skirt. "Then maybe you should pay better attention, Diana."
Her breath hitched, sharp and unsteady, her fingers digging into the leather seat as if it were the only thing grounding her.
Her eyes flicked to my mouth, lingering there for a beat too long, before snapping back to meet mine. The air between us was thick, charged, like the moment before a storm breaks.
