brush across his face. Any closer and he’d be kissing her.
“Tell me where it is, Mia,” he whispered against her lips.
She stopped breathing and closed her eyes. She didn’t open them until she took another breath. “It’s behind me, ten blocks down.”
“Thank you.” He wanted to kiss her, to know what she tasted like and have the flavor of her on his tongue to savor. It took all of his willpower to simply plant a small kiss on the tip of her nose and grab her hand to lead her in the right direction.
He liked having her off guard. Mia was strong in so many ways that she amazed him. Even all the things she’d gone through over the years and the struggles she had with her family made her strong, but there was an inner strength he’d known was there all along and he saw with each move she made.
Mia was a challenge to figure out, and he was going to get through each obstacle until he knew everything that made her who she was.
They were approaching a tourist area. He saw Olympic memorabilia being sold in windows and people wearing shirts from different countries. He stopped not far from a small shop that said “Presentes y Souvenirs.” When Mia stiffened, he knew that was the right place.
“I will meet you here tomorrow, and then you can show me the parts of Brazil that these tourists don’t even dare to see,” he said pulling her in close to him again and away from the pedestrians that passed them on the sidewalk. He loved the way she felt next to him. Her could get used to holding her body against his in this way, and doing so much more if she’d let him.
“What exactly do you want to see?” she asked.
“Everything that you love doing. I want to know everything about you, Mia, and then some.”
This time, he didn’t tease her. He did what he’d wanted to do ever since he’d gotten off that damn plane. He kissed her so fast she staggered against him only briefly resisting, but soon gave into his demands, and settled into his arms like she was made to be there.
She tasted so much better than he thought. Her mouth was sweet and succulent as he pulled her lip in. When she parted slightly he took even more, claiming her mouth as his to take. He wanted what she gave and so much more.
He felt the strain of his hardness growing from simply sampling her, and he was sure she could feel him pressed up so tight against her. He was glad she knew how much he craved her.
It was a lust that had built up over years that exploded with their interaction. Their relationship had been so uncertain, but he was clarifying the situation right now. He needed Mia more than any other woman he’d encountered, and he wanted to make sure she knew exactly how urgent that need was.
He wanted to keep kissing her. If he didn’t stop now, he was going to keep her all to himself. Pushing away from her tempting mouth was one of the hardest things he ever had to do in his entire life.
Gunnar could stay right there with her and lose himself, but he couldn’t do that. Not now. As much as he wanted to be there with her all alone, he had too much to risk by letting her consume every part of him.
He lived and breathed his sport. It made him who he was and fueled him on to be the best he could be, better than anyone else at what he did.
With regret, he stepped away from the beautiful escape of the woman in front of him. “I’ll meet you here tomorrow when you get off.”
He didn’t wait for Mia to respond before turning away from her and all she had to offer him. Looking back was not an option, because if he did he might struggle with choosing Mia over the Opening Ceremony.
Gunnar made his way to Olympic Village on his own, but he stayed in his head the entire way there. He signed in, settled into his room, and was happy for the solitude. He found out his bunkmate wasn’t arriving until his swimming event the next week, which meant he had the room all to himself. He only had a couple of free hours until he met up with his