Page 24 of Red Queen
I got to know her more, and I tried to talk about myself as well, but I let her talk more. I’m not very comfortable talking about myself or my past to strangers, even though she doesn’t really count as a stranger anymore. She’ll get to know me when it’s time.
There’s a couple of seconds without us talking, indicating that it’s time to finish the date, even when it’s the last thing I want to do. I wish she would come back with me. I’ve been dying to at least kiss her again since that little stunt she pulled in Monaco.
“Do you want to go for a walk?” Her eyes light up at my question, and starts nodding in excitement. Glad to know she was enjoying herself too.
Our hotels are damn far away on foot, so after I paid, I told my driver to stay somewhere near. It’s funny how it would be a three-hour walk, but with a car, it’s only 20 minutes. I love Toronto and its hills.
As we start wandering around, I see her shiver a couple of times. The weather’s not very cold, but it’s not too warm either. She came in a backless dress, but now she put on her coat too, which doesn’t seem very thick.
I stopped her so I could give her my coat before she could protest. I help her put it on, and she looks like an adorable stuffed animal. She’s not much shorter than me, but this oversized coat still looks big on her.
“So… Are you ready for the weekend?” she asks, trying to break the comforting silence as we continue our walk.
“I think so. We had a little bit more time to prepare, so yeah. I think we are.” I smile at her.
“But are you?” It’s a nice feeling when people actually want to know about you.
“Not until I get another sweet kiss from you,” I smirk at her. I’m half joking, half serious. It’s impossible to get that kiss out of my system. It consumed me in every single way. Swallowed me whole.
“As a good luck?”
“No. As a motivation.” We stop again, and I look into her eyes as my hands gently grab her waist. I wait a couple of seconds to give her time to push me away, but when she doesn’t, I pull her closer and tighten my grip. She’s so fucking beautiful. One look, and I turn into a puddle. God, what is this woman doing to me…
One of her hands slowly snakes up into my hair, while the other finds its way under my collar, playing around my neck. Oh, she knows what she’s doing.
“Then I might as well keep you motivated,” she purrs, and before I could soak in the closeness of her, her mouth finds mine.
We need no time to fall into sync, our mouths moving together. She tastes like a fucking candy, and I’m all for it. I need nothing else from now on. The kiss starts slow and sexy, but now it’s desperate and hungry. Maybe it’s the wine, but damn, I’m getting dizzy. She’s like a witch messing with my head.
Her tongue clashes with mine, the movement making me lose my mind again. My hands snake up into her hair, tuggingit slightly as an attempt to make her mouth more accessible. Fuck, I’m in love with her taste. How she kisses, how her tongue dances with mine, how delicate her skin feels. She’s perfect.
“Mateo.” She moans into my mouth, and that’s all it takes to make me go feral. If I wasn’t hard before, now my zipper’s about to rip. I’m rock hard and I’ve only kissed her. What’s gonna happen if we take this further? I think I’ll die from bliss.
“Rosa.” I moan back, and I feel her shiver. I force my mouth away from hers, both of us panting, still holding each other. “I… I have a private room. Big enough for two. If you want.”
Now it’s up to her. The choice is in her hands.
I want to know the spell she cast on me, because this woman is something else. Everything changed with her. And nothing big has even happened yet. But she’s different in some way. I want everything. I want to hear her scream my name, then hold her close, feel her skin to skin as we sleep.
I feel like I should run away. She deserves so much better than me. But I can’t. I can’t get her out of my head. Until now, I thought I was only suitable for one-nightstands, flings, maybe. But with her, I want it all. Everything she’s willing to give me.
“Want? I need it, Mateo. I need you.” I grin so hard at her answer, my mouth starts to hurt in seconds. I take her hand and call my driver to ask where he is. Luckily, he’s the next street over.
We basically sprint toward the car. I open the door for her and slide in after she’s settled. She’s holding my hand so tight, I fear she’s gonna break it. She’s nervous, I’m nervous, everyone’s nervous. We’re heading back to the hotel, or we would, if there wasn’t traffic stopping us constantly. Seriously, God, now?
I push the button, and the window between me and the driver slides down.
“How bad is it?”
“News says there was an accident near the hotel, sir. We could try another road, but I fear there’s traffic there too.” Well, great. I’m about to have sex with the woman of my dreams, but cars are in my way. Funny how the thing I’m obsessed with is the very thing I hate right now.
“Thank you.” My head falls back as I roll the window up and let out a big sigh. I hear Rosa’s leg starting to bounce, but it doesn’t stop when I put my hand on her thigh. We remain silent for a couple seconds before the bouncing abruptly stops, and she speaks up.
“Fuck the traffic.” I look at her confused, because for a moment, my brain thinks she wants to take that three-hour walk back to the hotel, but all thoughts immediately disappear when she moves to sit on my lap.
Her mouth is back on mine, her soft hands touching every spot she can reach of my body, and I do the same. I don’t even know where to touch her. I just know I want to explore every single piece of her.
My hands move down to cup her ass, squeezing a little, my desire growing when I hear a small moan escape her lips. Copying my movement, her hand takes its way south, slowly getting closer and closer to my bulge. My mouth moves to her neck, peppering kisses all over, then bite into her when she starts massaging my pants. Fuck, this is not helping at all.
