To Have and To Hold

Chapter 33

July 15, 1997; London - Carlton Tower Hotel

Michael watched the numbers count up to the penthouse floor. Was the counter broken? Why was it going so slow? Or was something wrong with this damn elevator? He bit his lip, then noticed he was tapping his foot quite noticeably.

"Stop fidgeting," Lisa whispered into his ear with a giggle, and the heat of her breath somehow made him even harder.

Gosh, this was so not comfortable! Bad enough she had snuggled up all close to him as soon as they entered the cabin and had somehow managed to stand half in front of him, with the swell of her firm bootie pressed against him. And he knew what was under that skirt. Certainly not panties- because they were in the pocket of his jacket.

Rolling his eyes, studying the pattern of the cabin ceiling, he ignored her and tried to think of cold showers, puppies, flowers...anything to make this ride more bearable. Of course, the sky-high adrenaline levels after the show as well as the insane ride from Wembley to the hotel had him all hot and bothered. The short stop to interact with fans had cooled him off a bit- and the guilt over shortchanging them this time in his mad-dash to get Lisa back to their suite, also took some of the air out of him, but nothing mattered once Lisa was in close proximity once again. Good thing they had sent the nanny and the kids ahead of them.

"Chill, Mike. They're gonna catch on...," She had turned her head again, trying to whisper inconspicuously.

God! What was she talking about? As if anyone didn't already know what was going on. The comment of, "No escape efforts this time, ok, Mike- and we'll get you up there in record time," and the barely suppressed grin by Carlos actually did stop his plan to ask security to take another elevator. With clenched teeth he tried to be respectful and not give them the second heart attack in the same day after the earlier escapade.

Man, what in the world was going on? Was he a sex addict now? If, so he better keep that on the down low as he did not desire any treatment. Michael chuckled at his little joke. But really, he seriously had been acting as if he were a teen not able to control is hormones. Ever since he and Lisa had decided to take that dip into the refreshing lava bath, they had not been able to keep their hands, mouths, eyes, or thoughts off each other. And to think, he was probably crazier about her right now than at any other time in their relationship.

Things had been pretty wild on their honeymoon, but this was different. He had thought he'd lost her. In more ways than one. And while so much was still in question, he knew he should never have fought that crazy desire and passion for her. Hell, what he really should have done was ripping up those stupid divorce papers. After all, he knew damn well she was playing her silly games. Calling her bluff had cost him so much. But the lessons, while painful, also had enriched him in some odd way. Not least of which was his son. Still...

Of course, the past couple of days had been pure heaven. Somehow, the never-ending sexual tension had kept him from having to discuss any difficult topics- and Lisa had not been pressing for that talk. Not that they had much extra time between making love and keeping the families happy. Riley and Ben kept him engaged, and Lisa was kind enough to entertain his father and mother. When he checked in with Prince, it was usually done while Lisa was busy with her children, and he tried to not bring up his baby boy, as difficult as that had been. On the very edge of his awareness was the understanding that all those things had to be tackled- but this sexual fog certainly provided a nice island hidden away from the real word and all the connected drama. Maybe that was one explanation why he simply could not think of anything other than when he'd have his next hit of Lisa.