Free Mia by Marie Kelly

wonderful meal, a band played and both Paul and Mia found themselves dancing the whole evening with a variety of different partners.  She had been propositioned on many occasions by men who would openly admire her, often inviting her to a variety of functions or for more intimate dinner dates.  Mia was uncomfortable as she always was with such attention, smiling politely, refusing each and every one as her eyes followed Paul seeing how women seemed to flock to him.  She could not blame them, for Paul James looked incredible. Tall, dark, handsome and exuding raw masculinity she often found her eyes returning to stare at him, her heart beating wildly each time their eyes met.  As the evening seemed to be winding down she turned to find Paul standing behind her.  “Dance?”, he asked, as taking her hand he led her to the floor.
    There h e pulled her firmly into his arms, his fingers splayed along the base of her back, so warm through the thin material of her dress.  Mia closed her eyes as the sensations once more swept through her just at his touch, biting her lip to stop the moan of pleasure leaving her mouth.  She breathed in the heady scent of him, so enticing to her, her head spinning with a yearning which was so unfamiliar.  He held her more closely than was necessary and as a result she was able to feel every movement of his body as he rhythmically swayed with her.  Mia’s head brushed against his cheek as he talked softly, his warm breath moving her hair causing her scalp to tingle, sending strange little currents throughout her entire body. 
    Telling him of the many offers made to her by so many of the other delegates, he laughed at her coyness.  “Well I can’t blame them for trying, you have to be the most beautiful woman in the room”, he said gently, holding her even closer against him in an almost possessive manner, as she blushed, happiness filling her.
    Finally they returned to their suite, still laughing and joking together.  Paul offered her a drink before they went to their separate rooms and smiling, Mia accepted, suddenly wanting to spend as much time with him as possible.  With a grin he took her hand, Mia not pulling away from him as she knew she should, as together they moved onto the balcony, both admiring the lights as they lit up the city below like small glittering jewels against the blackness of the night.  Raising her eyes and sighing softly she looked out.
    “B eautiful”, she whispered softly, feeling as Paul moved so close behind her that she could have fallen against him.  The hairs on the back of her neck rose and her body reacted alarmingly as she felt him whisper throatily into her hair, this time the signals running down her spine in a quick shock of pleasure.  “Yes it is”
    With a soft moan, unable to hold herself back any longer , Mia turned around to face him.  As she moved in closer to him he looked deeply into her eyes seeing the burning flame within hers, and with a soft anguished groan he dropped his head to take her soft lips, gently kissing them until they parted as she kissed him back with as deep a fire as his.  His hands pulled her in harder to him as they moved over her back and down to her hips, Mia sighing softly, moving sensually within his arms.  As he lifted his mouth from hers she opened her eyes to see him raising his hands to release her hair so neatly confined within clips, groaning gently as the silky tendrils cascaded through his fingers, falling around her shoulders.  Looking back down into her eyes his head once more dropped to kiss her.
    Still kissing her deeply he moved his arms further around her waist, hers snaking around his neck, as he lifted her off her feet before moving determinedly from the balcony into his room.  Mia was aware as he kicked the door closed on the way past, feeling as he once more placed her onto her feet, instinctively knowing they were now stood by his bed, the heady smell of his aftershave enveloping her