Chapter 33

Mia trailed her gaze from his eyes down to his legs; they fell open, his trousers doing nothing to hide the size of his package. Her mouth ran dry. She had the memory of just how sensual that part of his body was. Mia licked her lips and cast a glance at him through hooded eyes.

“I am sure you say that to all the women to grease them up for your bed.” She replied, her cheeks flushed and a bubbly giggle stuck in her throat.

“Is it working?” he teased, her legs smooth and soft. Just a day ago they’d been wrapped around his waist as he pumped into her, their bodies dripping with sweat. Mia shrugged. The art of sexual flirting was still being acquired. It was a strange learning curve for sure, at certain points she was able to reply to Harvey’s sexual taunts and other times her mind guided her to the responses and yet her lips refused to speak them aloud. It was becoming abundantly clear that certain words, phrases and sentences couldn’t leave the creation chamber in her mind. The embarrassment at the thought alone was paramount, she knew if she tried to breathe the words into existence either she’d croak or stutter to the point of erasing any of the sensuality.

“Every time I see you I either want to bury my face between your legs or my cock.” Shadows cloaked the lines of his face, his voice raspy. Mia’s breathing elevated and she licked her lips. The memory of his tongue gliding against her inner folds just this week caused her blood to run hot, resulting in a warm, coaxing liquid pooling low in her most intimate region.

“What’s stopping you?” she fidgeted, a small groan escaping her lips, she couldn’t wait for his hands to be on her. She tingled with anticipation, his hands the only part of him in her sight. Her obsession with his long fingers was proving to be insurmountable.

“A stupid nagging in my head that tells me to wait.” he was honest. Every bit of his self-control was at work whenever he was close to her. He was no youngster heady and easily distracted by a woman but damn it, he wanted her body writhing under his. The promise of Mia expelling sweet sounds as he pleasured her was ripe for picking.

“What about now?” Mia hadn’t known what deity took over her body but she was ready to ride the waves as it came. She’d uncrossed her legs, causing them to fall open. Her dress hiking up, revealing more of her silky flesh. She’d taken his hand in hers and placed it on her inner thigh, her body shuddering at the heat radiating from the palm of his hands.
Harvey squeezed her soft flesh, mesmerised by the twisting of her head to the other side, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her fingers squeezing his hand. “Are you sure?” He leaned towards her and whispered against her ear. He knew they were still parked close to her sister’s house but he wasn’t worried, his tint was dark and no one was able to see them.

She squeezed his hand against her inner thigh as her response, large orbs pleading with him. He trailed his hand down, her lips turning downwards. He chuckled, “Be patient, love.” He slid his index and middle fingers into his mouth. “Open your legs for me.” He directed and her legs fell open further, he snaked his fingers under her dress, slithered his fingers into the side of her underwear and found her moist centre.

“So wet.” He exhaled, pumping his fingers into her. Mia’s head fell backwards against the headrest of the car seat, her back arching, her hands grabbing onto his wrist. All sound was trapped at the back of her throat, her mouth dropping opened.

“Come for me baby.” He whispered against her skin. His command overrode her body’s natural pace and her body wound up until her pleasure level could not increase anymore, her body convulsed, a tiny cry fading away in the silence of the car. Her chest heaved as she came down from her high, a sloppy smile finding its way on her lips.

“Good girl.” He growled. He pulled his fingers out of her, fixed her underwear against her skin and raised his fingers to his lips. He sucked her juices off his fingers, Mia’s focus was trained on him. She was ready for more, he made her insatiable.

“Cannot wait to have you inside of me.” She leaned forward, her legs and arms were wobbly. She slid her hand on his thighs, a telling smile on her lips.

“Me too, love.” He grabbed her hand and placed a kiss into the palm of her hand. “But first, dinner.” His gaze was intense, making sure she understand before he let her hands go.

“What?” Mia chuckled. This had to be a joke. They’d never once actually had dinner together before sex. Was that a thing flings did? She was under the impression that their current course of conduct was the standard for such relationships.

“I haven’t properly taken you out, yet.” He reached over and pulled her seatbelt across her body and strapped her in, doing the same for himself as he drove into the street. The roads were busy, as were expected for a Friday night, the lights of other cars creating a moving mosaic of colours as they drove past.

“I didn’t know that was something you wanted to do.” Mia responded, hooking her hands into the straps of her seat belt and eyeing her reflection in the side rear view mirror. By some miracle her hair hadn’t become undone, a few tendrils framed her face but it could easily fool others into believing that was her intention. Especially if they were about to be in public together. Her cheeks had a healthy glow to them though, the aftermath of Harvey heating her body to the point of explosion. She quite liked the rosy cheeks, she thought as she swayed her face from profile to profile in observation.

“Did I do something to make you think otherwise?” He shot her a glance and returned his view to the road ahead of him. It was almost a month since they began seeing each other and it was the longest time he’d tolerated a woman in years. He knew he wanted to try with her. It was his fault for never carrying her out on a proper date, the conventional, wine and dine with conversation. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to but his desires had often over run his logical thinking. He vowed tonight would be different.

“Sneaking around with you has been an interesting venture these past few weeks.” Mia shook her head, she didn’t need him to carry her out to dinner. How was she to keep him at arm’s length if he kept offering to do activities that forced them to converse? He was probably an expert at keeping his emotions out of the equation but even as Mia cast her eyes upon him she knew the butterflies in her stomach weren’t attributable to physical attraction alone. “I wasn’t expecting more than just a good time.” She finished her sentence by staring at the passing cars through the window.

“Sneaking around?” he rolled the words around on his tongue and decided he didn’t like the phrase.

“You don’t need to wine or dine me as a precursor to sex.” She continued. Intimate date-like scenarios scaring the crap out of her, how was one to know the difference between dating and flings? She was clearly out of her element. “I already had sex with you and I will continue to without any of those formalities.” Her fingers tugged and pulled at each other. The late night musings that kept her from falling asleep had pushed through their barrier, whispering doubts in her ear.

“Is that all this is to you?” He shot her a quick look trampled with confusion. Mia was speechless. Did flings involve some sort of friendship? Or was that a friend with benefits situation? Is that what he wanted? Was there even a difference? Her head spinned around in circles, her thoughts yanking her back and forth.

“I don’t have much experience with how this all works.” She finally decided, stealing a glance at him under her eyelashes. He didn’t stir or panic and she willed herself to emulate a third of his control. Perhaps this was the perfect time to set out their expectations. Many people may be verse with the rules and regulations of such relationships but Mia was not. She made the mistake of thinking it was a one night affair and here she was three weeks later. It was clear she was out of her depth and pretty soon she’d start drowning.

“How long does it last, I was under the impression that the first night was the only and last and then we kept getting into contact. I don’t know what to expect. Is three weeks the limit? Is the reason you want to carry me to dinner is because it’s a final goodbye?” She rambled on, various questions popping in and out of focus.

“What do you think is my intention?” he questioned. His eyes on the road, he didn’t want to conclude what his mind was telling him to conclude.

“To have a fling with me.” She responded instantly and Harvey scoffed.

“I want more than that, Mia.”