My attraction to this woman has shifted from craving her body, to being fucking obsessed. Every moment that she was awake, I wanted to in her sight. Every little move that she made in response to my touch just made me want to burn my fingerprints into her forever. Did I plan to go over strategy tonight and wait to see her tomorrow? Yes. When I saw her in the hallway after parking the car did I immediately make an excuse to see her? Also, yes.
God I needed to get a grip.
As she waltzed into the lobby, her eyes glued to me and I knew I was in trouble. The devious look she wore on her face told me that tonight may just be the start of the best thing that has happened in a while. My hands stayed clasped behind my back as my eyes drank her in. The white dress that she wore the night at Galvin's stared back, and the way it hugged her body should be illegal. I couldn't wait to take it off.
Workers and hotel-goers who lingered in the lobby watched, captivated by the woman walking toward me, while Mia stayed completely oblivious. I made a mental note of all those who took in her, so I could rip their eyes out.
Whoa. Where the hell did THAT come from.
"Good evening Mr. Hamilton," she purred, her eyes running down my body. My lips tipped up as I dismissed my previous thought, reaching out my hand, snaking it around her to caress her back. My fingers landing on smooth silky skin, instantly bringing heat to my groin.
"Dr. Whilde," I said, watching as her head tipped town and a beautiful blush covered her cheeks. "Shall we get going, sweetheart?"
Her eyes met mine once more before she took her bottom lip into her mouth lightly and nodded, walking out the door.
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It was about an hour drive until we reached the restaurant I had chosen to take her to. La Villa in the Sky was situated in the middle of Brussels, and sat in fully a glass room, raised high above the landscape overlooking the city. The room screamed intimate as we walked in and were ushered to one of only four tables that had were set up for the evening. Mia had admired the view of the city lights below as I called over the server to order a bottle of wine.
I guided her to sit and pushed her seat to the table as I moved to take the seat across from her. Her eyes instantly glued to mine. Her shoulders were pinned back and her uncontrolled movements of her hands which laid on the table told me that she was nervous.
"You look edible, Mia," I commented as I leaned forward in my chair. Her movement in her hands slowed and she leaned into the table, taking a deep breath.
"I am out of my element here, Lewis," she admitted. Her eyes bounced around the surrounding area as if seeing if anyone had been watching us. "This place is beautiful but what if someone sees you? Or us?"
I leaned forward before lightly reaching over the table grabbing her chin, demanding her gaze, and whispering "It's just you and me, baby. Eyes on me."
Her skin burned my hand as her eyes darkened at my words and her focus fell solely on me. "That's it," I winked. Her apprehension vanished.
From that moment on, our chemistry led the way and conversation flowed easily. She shared stories of medical school, horror stories from the hospital and about her family living in the States, while I divulged racing stories and about growing up in the UK. I enjoyed sharing my experiences and she seemed to be genuinely interested in hearing about my early racing days and rise to fame.
It was too easy. I didn't feel the restraint of watching my words or calculating what she could do with the information I was sharing. I was just a man, and her a woman.
"Do you ever regret any of it?" she had asked as we finished picking at our meals.
"There are times where it get's too much, but I would never say I regret any of it. This world has given me a platform and a voice I never imagined. If I can help people with the opportunity I've been presented, then the bad days and the stress are worth it."
She smiled at my response and didn't push me to explain any further. She picked up her wine and tilted her head back as I watched the red liquid run toward the tip of the glass and disappearing down her throat. She placed the glass down, returning her glance to me as I reached for my own.
"I'm ready to start begging," she said flatly. What the fu-. I had to lean forward as I felt the urge to spit out my drink at my genuine surprise. Start begging?
"Come again, sweetheart," I managed as I took the napkin out of my lap and pressing it to my lips, careful to wipe any wine that had spilled out away.
She chuckled at my reaction before looking me over once more. "I. Am ready. To start Begging."
Heat roared in my ears and I felt my cock wake up and begin to press into my trousers. Suddenly the table felt far too vast and I needed to get the space out of the way so I could suffocate her with my tongue.
I nodded my head once, unable to come up with anything witty to say as my body and mind processes her confession. She was wiping the lines. She had felt it today at the lake, and everyday before. The magnetism that kept me up at night. The chemistry that burned hotter than a race in Qatar.
"But-" she started. "I want to make one thing clear. This can happen for one night, but only one night."
My blood turned to ice as she continued. My jaw locking.
"This is just between two adults who want to test our attraction. I can't give you more than that Lewis. I know me, I know my heart, and I can't do that to myself."
The mood shifted suddenly, like I had been run over. This should be music to my ears. A woman who wants to stay disconnected and physical when it comes to sex. Putting a time stamp on our time together to ensure that neither party stays involved too long, and treat it as a transaction. Someone to share a physical connection with without burden of labels, and NDA's and reputations in the morning.
So why the fuck did I feel disappointment creeping its way into my mind. Why the hell did I hesitate in responding. Why did I want to ask her to take it back? Damn Mia and her rules. Damn Mia and her lines. They were fucking with my head.
I breathed in, staring her down from across the table. Mia wanted to do this for one night. That's what she'd get.
"Whatever you want to give me, Mia," was what I let roll out without giving away the internal debate that plagued my mind.
She nodded her head in acknowledgement as the waiter returned, picking up our glasses and thanking us for coming in.
As we rose and left through the entrance, neither of us spoke a word as we moved to the car and started the drive back. The familiar electricity that constantly buzzed between us continued to beat, but my mind raced faster than the lines of the road. Her gaze remained out the window watching the passing landscape, and I caught glimpses of her stealing looks at me, but I didn't respond to any of them. My hands stayed flexed on the wheel, gripping it to try and attempt to calm the my endless thoughts.
This was what you wanted. Wanted? No. This is what I want. Right?
When we had arrived back and walked through the doors of the hotel, I escorted her to her room. She hesitantly fit the key in, before clicking it open and turning back to look at me.
She held the door in her hand as she asked, "Do you want to come in?"
My heart stopped. This was it. The moment that I have been pining for since the moment we met. Since the moment I saw her long blonde hair and brown eyes looking back to me.
Her sinful body stood inches from mine and begged me to touch it. Her nipples peaked from under the fabric of her dress, pleading for me to wrap my tongue around them. The scene of me feeding her own arousal to her from earlier flashed by.
All the blood in my body boiled to say 'yes'. To push her into her bed that was just beyond her body and taste her for the first time.
'I can only do one night, Lewis.'
I clearly was the stupidest person alive as I answered, "Not tonight."
Her eyes widened as her face switched from want and need, to confusion and embarrassment. "Oh, um-- okay," she spit out, her eye brow furrowing and her tongue peaking out to nervously lick her lips.
Fuck. I really fucked this up. Fuck. No.
"Wait-" I started inching toward her. She took a step back into the room. Jesus.
"It's okay. Don't worry. I-- Um--, thank you for tonight Lewis. It was beautiful."
"Mia-" My heart sank faster than the Titanic. Heart? When did he show up?
"We still on for tomorrow?"
"Of course, but-" I tried to get the words in as she started pushing the door closed.
"Alright, I'll see you then." She slammed the door in my face, the wood standing centimeters from me. I stayed glued in my spot.
What the fuck just happened. I stayed in front of her door unable to move as my surroundings blurred and I replayed the last hour through my mind. My heart started beating in my ears, sweating trailing down my spine, as I looked back and forth down the halls, as if there was going to be an answer of what I was supposed to do.
I shook my head to myself. I brought my fist to the door, knocking. No answer.
"Mia-" I called, knocking again. "Mia, please."
I heard her footsteps approaching the door. "You know it's bad enough you reject me," she started from behind the door, my erratic heartbeat focusing on the woman who was about to show her face. "Then come back. You could just leave me alone," she began opening the barrier between us, popping into my view and continued, "Because-"
I stepped forward, pushing the door back, my hands grasping her cheeks in my hands and smashing my lips onto hers, silencing her.
There was no drug that could even compare to the feeling that began pumping through my veins as her lips met mine. Her lips under mine firm at first, surprise evident in her reaction, finally relaxed before she dragged her hands up my chest and encircled both my forearms.
Her touch blazed a line of fire on my body as I opened my mouth pushing forward demanding access to her. She whimpered as our tongues met for the first time and I all but devoured her. She scraped her nails through my hair as I moved my hands down to grab her sweet hips between my hands before squeezing them enough to bruise. I groaned into her mouth as she pressed into me the same way she had done at the club a week ago.
I moved her backwards until her back hit the wall as my lips moved from her mouth, kissing down her jaw until I found the spot below her ear that made her cry out. I licked the area before biting a piece of skin and sucking it between my lips. She grinded that beautiful cunt against me, as her arms moved to encircle my shoulders, digging her nails in to hold herself up.
"Lewis" was all she said before taking her own hands to the sides of my face and forcing my lips to lock with hers again. My head was spinning from lack of oxygen as her tongue glided by mine.
"Fuck Mia-" I growled before I broke away from her, for air. Breathing in hard as the heat of the moment crashed over me. Her half lidded eyes met mine, her lips swollen from my kisses and her breathing matching mine. My cock pulsed and strained against my pants begging for attention. My forehead leaned down against hers as the both of us started at one another.
When I watched her eyes flutter closed and her mouth turned into a full smile, I decided in that very moment that there would be no other man. There would be no other man to kiss her mouth or feel the heaven that these lips could deliver. No man who deserved to hear her intoxicating whimpers. Fuck transactions, fuck reality. I don't know when this turned from an infatuation with her body to me laying claim over this woman standing in front of me, but I was done.
It would be me. Only me.
I leaned in close to her, pressing my lips lightly against hers again, reveling in the taste of her mouth. I pulled away, before backing up a step, turning the knob of her door and taking a step into the hallway without taking my eyes off of her.
Her lips remained open, my fingerprints indented on the fabric of her dress that covered her hips. God, she was mesmerizing. I could stare at her all fucking night.
For the second time this evening, I would make the stupidest decision ever.
"Goodnight baby," was all I said as I started down the hall, allowing her door to click behind me.