Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Maurizio
Never again. That’s what she’d said and it was all the confirmation I needed. This was potentially a bad idea, the worst, and yet there was nothing I wanted more. Nothing more than Flora.
The storm continued around us but somehow cocooned us, giving a sense of safety to be in my car. Flora was calmer, less fearful, almost oblivious to the thunder, lightning, lashing rain and howling wind that continued to battle all around us.
In the blink of an eye, my lips captured hers, our kiss turning passionate as soon as my tongue met hers.
I was unsure what my arms were doing but before I knew it, they were all over her, wrapped around her, pulling her closer until she was virtually in my lap.
That is when I realised she was still sodden from being caught in the storm.
“You’re wet,” I told her, breaking our kiss and pulling back.
With a slight flush covering her neck, chest and cheeks and a strange glimmer in her eyes, I laughed, realising what her reaction to my words was.
“Your clothes, from the rain.”
“Ah.” She flushed a deeper shade of red at her own misunderstanding and my grasp of things.
She pulled back and snatched her bag open to retrieve some dry clothes and a towel that she threw into my lap.
With her wet jacket tossed in the footwell on top of her shoes, she roughly dried her hair on the towel, leaving it beautifully dishevelled in what looked like natural waves.
I was transfixed by her as she discreetly began to remove her clothes.
She lifted her hips enough to slide her open jeans down her thighs and then she pushed the towel beneath her so that when she lowered her hips, she was sitting on it.
Her t-shirt sat low enough that she revealed nothing beyond the length of her pale legs.
Suddenly, she reached back into the bag and pulled out something small, white and lacy—knickers.
Fuck me, she was about to put on dry knickers which meant she was going to remove the wet ones she was wearing.
I needed to look away or I’d be removing everything else for her and devouring her right here in my car parked in a layby.
I prepared to look away, out of my window, but as she rubbed the overflowing towel over her legs and then as her hips rose once more, I was mesmerised.
I quickly snapped my gaze away. I gave her enough time to change her underwear, and then I looked back, but fuck me, if I hadn’t mistimed it.
She was just pulling her top over her head, revealing her upper body.
Fortunately, she had put trousers on over her dry knickers.
But there she sat in her bra, a lacy number in a pink colour and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Her chest was heaving as she watched me watching her and along with goose pimples across her chest, I could see her nipples beading through the lace of her bra, those tightly pulled buds a slightly darker shade of pink than the bra.
My mouth dried and my cock stiffened a little more.
I needed Flora like I needed my next breath.
I didn’t doubt that I was going to be balls deep in her within the next five minutes if she didn’t stop watching me watching her nakedness or at least cover herself up.
I could think of nothing better than being buried inside her, but not here.
When I finally got my hands on her it was going to be somewhere I could take my sweet time and savour every second of her.
Or maybe not because she chose that very second to reach behind her back to unfasten her bra. If I saw her tits, all bets were off. I knew it and apparently, she did too.
“Maurizio,” she murmured as she prepared to lower the straps down her arms.
“Flora.” I reached across and slipped a finger beneath one strap and prepared to help her.
We both leapt apart as the sound of a pick-up truck sounding its horn screamed around us.
“Fuck!” I hissed, both disappointed and relieved to have been interrupted.
“The garage . . . get dressed.” I could have kicked myself at the sharpness that had entered my voice when I saw her embarrassed flush and clouds of shame flickering in her eyes.
I paused and leaned in. “Now isn’t the time or place .
. . but when we get home . . .” My voice trailed off as she smiled and pulled her dry top over her head.
By the time Flora’s car was loaded onto the back of the breakdown truck with a destination of a scrapyard near home, and its contents were loaded into mine, it was getting dark.
Our earlier close encounter had calmed somewhat, but I think we both knew that it wouldn’t take much to reignite the heat and fireworks, but that really would be better in the privacy of home.
We chatted a little, about Flora’s weekend with her sister and mine with Nico.
She laughed at my description of my hangover and the sound warmed me.
She in return suggested that her sister and I needed to think of the consequences to our actions and went on to expand on her sister’s delicate state that morning.
She said very little about her car, almost resigned to its fate, although I sensed she was worried about replacing it.
Part of me was tempted to blurt out that her new car would be arriving that week, but a bigger part of me resisted, unsure how she might respond to that.
When I pulled up in front of the house and with the engine turned off, we both sat in silence, staring through the windscreen. Unsure if I should say or do something, I waited, hoping Flora might give me an indication of where her mind was at and what she wanted.
“We should go in.” Her words came out as a statement for the most part, although I was sure I detected some uncertainty in them.
“Yes . . . unless you don’t want to.” We both knew I wasn’t referring to her not wanting to go indoors.
“I want to.”
I turned to look at her now and found her gaze falling upon me.
“If you still do . . . I want to.”
I felt a broad grin split my face before I laughed. “This is like being a teenager and knowing there’s an empty house behind that closed door.”
She smiled at me as a flush crept across her cheeks. “I guess the only difference is that we both know what could happen once that door closes behind us.”
She was right. “Could?” I suddenly queried, wondering if she was having second thoughts about this despite her earlier claim to the contrary.
“What will happen,” she corrected as her pink cheeks reddened.
I got out of the car and went round to the passenger door, opening it to offer Flora an outstretched hand. She took it and together we walked hand in hand to the front door, both of us knowing what awaited us inside.