Trackside Temptation

Chapter Twenty-One

MATTHIAS

I'd woken up six times in the night, and I'd only been sleeping for five hours.

I couldn't stop thinking about her. About the way she kissed me. How her pussy tasted on my tongue. The soft moans she made each time I flicked my tongue over her clit. She came so hard I was worried she was in pain. But when she looked back at me with those glistening eyes and deep breaths, I knew she was satisfied.

I wanted to find the name of the security guard who chased us down the road. I'd been to that spot over a thousand times and not once had I been interrupted.

I guess the sweet sounds that left Francesca's mouth were a lot louder than the silence I brought when I was alone.

I glanced down at my bone-hard erection. Of course I'd woken up like this. Hell, I'd been waking up like this every day for the past six months.

I didn't want Francesca to be up all night as we had a big day ahead. So when we arrived back after our run, I gently urged her to get some sleep. She insisted on making sure I felt pleasured too, considering I was running back to the hotel all hard and horny.

But I told her we had all the time in the world. There was no need to rush—rushing might mean losing it all before it even started. I didn't want to risk that. Not with her.

I walked into the bathroom and twisted the tap to its coldest setting, the water gushing out immediately with a sharp bite. I cupped my hands and splashed my face three times, the icy droplets stinging my skin. Each splash was a desperate attempt to anchor myself in reality, to dismiss the doubt that this was all just a dream.

Hell, when I took her to the lighthouse last night I didn't know what to expect. I'd felt this strong urge to share another piece of my life with her, just as I'd done so many times this season. But hearing her comments about me to Lily, it became clear that I had to make my feelings known.

Francesca was so concerned about people getting the wrong idea. She didn't want people to think she was only in this job for a fuck. What she didn't seem to realise, was just how much she drove me crazy, and not just during our arguments. Her presence, her passion, it all had a way of getting under my skin. And it had reached a point where I couldn't stay silent any longer.

There had been so many moments when I'd wanted to kiss her, especially after the race yesterday. I felt pretty shit about my crash with Romain, but Francesca had opened my eyes this year with her mental training. I realised I didn't need to dwell on the mishap. In fact, I think my comeback impressed the team more than if I'd just maintained the lead the whole race.

But she looked so stunning kneeling beside me yesterday. Her De Rossi T-shirt tucked neatly into her tight gym shorts. Her hair pulled back in a tight bun. Her glowing skin that tinted pink every time she was talking to me. Fuck, if there hadn't been cameras everywhere, I would've pulled her in for a kiss right then and there.

It wasn't that I wanted to hide what I was feeling towards her. We were just two strangers, lusting after one another since the day we'd met. At least, I had been. But making our feelings public in front of the press wouldn't have looked good, especially when I wasn't entirely sure about her feelings... until last night.

I changed into my gym sweats and a De Rossi training shirt before heading to the motorhome for our final meeting at Silverstone. My body was caught off guard by the sight of Francesca so soon; all of last night's memories came rushing back as I saw her sitting at the table opposite Nico.

Her eyes locked with mine the second I entered the room. She gave me a small smile before blushing and quickly looking away. I had to distract myself with thoughts about the other drivers on the grid, just so my body wouldn't react and reveal my dirty thoughts to the world.