Mask off - Mick Schumacher

Chapter 16: Take a step back

"You're going to be the death of me." He uttered before closing the distance between them, his brain shutting down as soon as his lips touched hers.

She smirked against his lips, savouring the feeling of finally having his lips on hers. She instantly melted into the kiss, her hands gripping his shirt, pulling him even closer as if trying to erase any space between them. Her lips moved against his hungrily, the taste of him filling her mouth, her tongue gently brushing against his lower lip, seeking entry.

He parted his lips slightly more, allowing her entrance. He had been craving that taste for months, ever since that Mercedes event, no, ever since that night in Spain. It hadn't been enough once, it hadn't been enough twice. If it were up to him, it would have never been enough.

She deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth, tangling with his in a passionate and desperate embrace. Her hands roamed up his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath her fingers, the touch setting them on fire, igniting a burning desire within her. She pressed her body impossibly close to his, wanting, no, needing to feel every inch of him, to be completely enveloped in him.

He broke the kiss just to trail kisses down her jaw and then to her neck, like he had done the night they met. Kissing and tasting every inch of skin he could reach.

She threw her head back, giving him more access to her neck, a soft gasp escaping her lips as he latched onto her skin, the feeling sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Her fingers found their way into his hair, gripping it tight as she pulled him even closer, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her body shivering under his touch. "Mick..." She murmured, the word coming out as a shuddering sigh.

"What?" He pulled away, his breathing laboured as he looked at her.

She met his gaze, her eyes darkened with desire, her lips swollen and parted slightly, a flush spreading across her cheeks, her breath coming in soft, uneven pants. She took a moment to collect herself before replying in a breathless whisper. "We... we shouldn't be doing this..." She said, although her arms were still wrapped tightly around him, holding him close.

Mick's blood ran cold and he felt like every ounce of alcohol in his body had vanished. He suddenly felt like it was wrong of him to feel like that. Maybe it actually was, since she was his manager and he couldn't seem to stay away from her.

She noticed the shift in his expression, the way his entire demeanour changed. She knew she had to say something, to clarify the situation. "Mick, wait..." She said, reaching out to touch his arm. "It's not that I don't want this.... but, it's just..."

"It's fine, you're right." He shook his head, his throat feeling dry as he uttered those words, pulling away and feeling cold without her touch. "I'm sorry, I was supposed to celebrate with you, not act like a hormonal teenager."

She felt a pang of disappointment, her heart sinking a bit as he pulled away from her. She desperately wanted to pull him back towards her, to hold him tight, to tell him that it was okay, that she wanted it just as much as he did. But she suppressed the urge and nodded her head, a sad smile on her lips. "You don't have to apologise, Mick. I... I just think we should take a step back, you know?"

He nodded. "Yeah, sure. I... I think I'm gonna leave."

The disappointment in her heart grew even more as he announced his departure. She wanted to protest, to stop him, but she knew it was for the best. She swallowed the ache in her chest and put on a brave smile. "Okay... drive safe." She murmured, her hands balling into fists at her side, resisting the urge to reach out to him.