He was rock hard, harder than he could ever remember being as he softly sucked her. As his fingers plunged in and out of her, he thought about how he wanted to take her after she came hard on his tongue and fingers. From behind? Her on top? There were so many options but…
What he most wanted was to keep it simple. He wanted to watch her eyes as he entered her, as he brought her to another orgasm, their eyes staying connected. He wanted to see her fall apart, and he’d come as she did. For one blissful moment, one person, the same pleasure. He couldn’t remember when last that had happened…or whether it ever had.
Impatient, he pulled back and quickly stripped. Millie thrashed her head on the pillow, and when her hand headed to her core, he pulled it back and firmly commanded her to wait for him. They’d do this together.
After sliding on a condom with more haste than grace, he lowered himself to her. Her legs fell apart, and she moaned when the tip of his cock found her entrance. It took all his willpower not to surge inside her, to bury himself to the hilt.
‘Millie, look at me.’
Panting, she tried to arch her hips to pull him in, but he was in charge. They were doing this on his timescale, not hers. He pulled back and her eyes flew open, frustrated. ‘Keep your eyes on mine. You close them or you look away, I’ll stop.’
As if in challenge, Millie tried to touch herself again. Knowing how close she was, he pulled her hand and clamped it to her side. If he had the use of his other hand, he’d hold her wrists above her head, but his threat of stopping would have to be enough.
‘Don’t touch yourself, don’t look away, and you’ll only come when I tell you that you can.’
‘Tazio.’
Oh, man, the way she said his full name, it was a shot of adrenaline straight into his spine. Unable to wait, he plunged deep inside her, and her heat engulfed him from tip to root. He wanted to make love to her without the barrier of a condom, but despite the thin layer of latex between him, he was consumed by her heat. He knew she was close, and that it wouldn’t take much to make her come, but he wanted to draw out this experience, to make it memorable, to stand out from the many sexual encounters he’d had before.
Because this wasn’t a mating ritual, this was… God, he didn’t know what it was. But he did know he wanted to remember the changing colours in her eyes, the slick of moisture on her lips, the flush in her cheeks and the staggering heat rolling off them.
The room smelled of sex and her perfume, of the calla lilies in the huge vase on the dresser, of clean sheets and sexy woman. A gentle, always-warm Miami sea-breeze blew over their bodies.
‘Taz, please, you’ve got to start moving,’ Millie said, tiny pants accompanying her words. ‘Ineedyou.’
He knew she meant that she needed him right at this moment, needed him to make her feel good and to give her the orgasm he’d promised. But he was, shockingly, entertaining the thought that he needed more from her than just sex.
Why was he going there? Why was he making this more than it was? This could only be the start of a fling, at best, a short-lived affair. They had tonight, but tomorrow they’d say goodbye and would only meet up in Italy for the Grand Prix in Imola in ten days.
He was overthinking…well, everything.
No, this was about sex, pure and simple. So he pumped his hips, stroking her with all the pent-up fury and confusion that had been building since he’d first set eyes on her. He slipped his good hand under her butt, lifted her hips and went a little deeper, a little harder.
But even as her body dissolved around him, as she panted, moaned and screamed through her release, even as he erupted into her, her eyes didn’t leave his.
And neither did his.
Taz handed Millie a bottle of water from the hotel’s bar fridge before climbing back into bed beside her. He took a long sip from his own, utterly at ease, while her mind remained chaotic and her body hummed.
Bells still rang in her ears, and her skin thrummed with aftershocks from the most intense orgasm of her life. She felt turned inside out, upside down and completely undone. What on earth had happened? That wasn’t just good sex. It was earth-shatteringly, soul-stealingly unforgettable.
Taz’s hand found her wrist, his touch grounding her. She looked down as he fiddled with the tiny silver racing car dangling from her heavy link, silver bracelet. The charm was subtle, almost unnoticeable, but Taz’s sharp eyes had zeroed in on it.
‘When did you get this?’ he asked, lifting her arm to inspect the charm more closely.
She smiled softly, the memory bittersweet. ‘It was Ben’s. He used to tie it to the laces of his shoes before every race.’
His hand dropped, resting on her thigh as he leaned back against the headboard, his hand behind his head. The pose was casual, masculine and infuriatingly sexy. ‘I remember now,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘I also remember him losing it once before Silverstone. He was normally so laid-back that the news of him being in a state because he’d lost his lucky charm reached the other drivers. He was, apparently, unbearable until he found it again.’
She chuckled. ‘When I was four, I gave him a plastic one from a Christmas cracker. He had a jeweller recreate it in silver.’ She ran her fingers over the tiny car, the charm swinging slightly from its link. ‘Ben’s parents claimed his body after his death, and this charm was on him when he died. I asked his parents for it, and luckily they gave it to me before his will was read or I would never have got it.’
Taz frowned. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I was Ben’s sole heir, and his parents were enraged they weren’t mentioned in his will. Then they heard I was planning to donate all his cash to a charity set up in his name, and they went ballistic. They challenged the will and took me to court.’
Taz raised an eyebrow, his olive-brown skin glowing against the pure white sheets. ‘I presume you won?’
‘It was a long, hard slog, but I did. Eventually.” Millie tapped the charm, smiling softly. ‘Luckily, I had emails from Ben, where he talked about the up-and-coming drivers he was helping, how he wanted to do more, so I could prove I was acting in accordance with his wishes.’
