Roads of Redemption | F1 | Toto Wolff

10.2 | Get Right With Me.

I woke up and felt his warmth even before I opened my eyes. We were intertwined in an almost comical way: my face barely reached his chest, and his long legs curled around mine as if they surrounded me completely. My small body seemed to fit perfectly in the space between his arms, and his feet extended well past mine. His heavy arm was draped over my waist, and his warm breath lightly brushed the top of my head.

I shifted a bit, trying to adjust myself, but it only made him pull me even closer, murmuring something unintelligible in his sleep. I felt his chest rise and fall slowly and settled there, listening to the calm rhythm of his breathing.

Suddenly, he slowly opened one eye, a sleepy smile on his lips. "What are you looking at?" he murmured, his voice husky and still laden with sleep.

"You," I replied, a small smile forming on my lips. He blinked a few times as if processing my response, and a wider smile spread across his face.

"Are you comfortable there, Liebling?" he asked, this time with a slightly more awake tone.

"It's hard not to be," I retorted, feeling the pleasant weight of his arm around me. "Even with you taking up almost the entire bed."

He laughed, a low, lazy sound, and pulled me even closer. "There's enough room... for both of us," he said, his smile widening, even with his eyes still closed.

I stayed there for a few more minutes, listening to his slow and steady breathing, savoring the warmth of our bodies together. But the clock didn't stop, and I knew I had to get up. Carefully, I began to untangle myself, trying to get out of bed without waking him. Before I could move away, I felt his arm tighten around my waist, pulling me back with a gentle yet firm motion. He wrapped me in a tight embrace, our legs intertwining again.

"Where do you think you're going?" he murmured, his voice a low, throaty growl. His lips were so close to my neck, I could feel the heat of each breath against my skin, teasing, taunting.

"Shower," I replied, my voice soft but steady, a teasing edge in my tone. "I have a schedule to keep." I turned my head slightly, just enough to see the flicker of hunger in his eyes. "I'm not the boss."

"But you could be..." he murmured, his voice like a dare, lips hovering dangerously close. I felt his breath skimming down my collarbone, lingering heat trailing in its wake. He placed a slow, deliberate kiss on my shoulder, the touch soft at first, then followed by a playful nip. I could feel his grin against my skin, like he knew he was testing my composure.

"That tickles," I whispered, my voice betraying more than just amusement, and his hands slid down my waist, tracing the outline of my body with a feather-light touch that made me shiver.

"Tickles, huh?" he breathed, his fingers brushing the curve of my hip, lingering, teasing, the pads of his thumbs grazing over the thin fabric of my shirt just above my breasts. His hands were deliberate, his thumbs circling, not quite touching where I wanted them. A slow smile spread across his face as he felt my breath hitch.

"Toto..." I murmured, a little more needy than I'd intended, and I could feel his body tense in response, his own breath catching. His lips curved into a grin against my skin, his hands playing between too much and not enough. He knew exactly what he was doing-keeping me on edge, just shy of satisfaction.

"Mmm," he hummed, low and deep, "I love the way you say my name," he whispered, his lips brushing just below my ear. His hands moved higher, fingers grazing just beneath my breasts, not quite touching, and I could feel the tension coil tight inside me, aching for him to close the distance.

My breath caught, and I felt my body leaning into him, unable to resist the pull. "You're impossible," I managed, but my voice was already husky, betraying me.