Chapter 28
CHAPTER 28
KENZIE
Mikael's lips taste sweeter than my cookie dough. Our aggressive kiss results in him nibbling on my bottom lip. Our tongues dance a jig before they mesh together into the longest kiss I've ever experienced. I melt against his muscular chest.
I'm over the moon with happiness. His kiss rocks my world, and my toes curl.
Is this really happening?
Mikael wants me. All thoughts fly from my head like a bird fleeing a cage. I savor the moment.
His hands run through my hair. “You're so beautiful,” he murmurs into my ear. His breath is warm and sends chills up my spine. His cologne fills my nose.
Our mouths have a will of their own and urgently seek each other's lips as he leads me into the living room. I pull off my sweater. His slender finger wastes no time ripping my blouse apart. Buttons fly. My shirt makes the ss zzzip sound as the fabric rips. I don't care. The heat between us is hotter than a roaring fire and it consumes me. My hands find the button on his jeans, and his zipper gives way. I grab him, and my pussy is drenched. Even though he's harder than the Hope Diamond, I stroke his hard cock.
He moans. I cup him, and the room spins as if I've over-sipped champagne.
I'm drunk on him.
Our feet move together as he leads. It's as if we're dancing in a ballroom before he eloquently pauses, then spins me before he gently lowers me further than a dip.
I try to turn my head to see where I’m landing, afraid to be out of control, and afraid to trust. My heart skips a beat but my brief fears are stymied when my head comes into contact with the soft, pillow-esque leather of the chairs lounge.
“I owe you a shirt,” he murmurs as he fondles my boob. I arch into his exquisite touch. He divests his shirt and sweater and steps out of his jeans.
His firm chest is covered perfectly with tufts of blond hair. He has tattoos, but I'm too occupied to study the details.
I move my head toward him, and he removes what is left of my top. He grabs my jeans and unfastens them before he tugs on the hems. I lift my hips to help him remove the unwanted clothing.
“What do you want, Kenzie?” he asks.
“You. Only you,” I reply. I grab his engorged cock. I don't know how he'll fit because he's huge.
“Then that is what you shall have,” he states. I run my hand over his chest, reveling in his coarse hair and dragging my nails over his washboard abs. I can't believe he's thirty, as his body is tight and responsive as if he's much younger.
His hands caress my body and work their way down my side. He takes his time, and each caress adds to my delayed gratification.
His lips follow his hands. It's an erogenous tongue-and-lip bath, but nothing could prepare me for him sinking his head between my legs and suckling me.
“Ah,” I gasp in surprise and delight.
His tongue circles my lower lips, and he flicks my clit. He penetrates me with two fingers and fingerfucks me. I buck into him, wanting more.
“Not so fast,” he scolds me.
He proceeds to add his tongue to the mix, and my euphoria climbs higher.
“I'm going to come,” I state erratically.
“Not until I tell you may, and not a second sooner,” he cautions.
Holy Mother of God. He likes control. I shouldn't like it, but I do.
His fingers enter me again, and I buck against them for more friction. Fuck, I can't hold it. I distract myself with thoughts of snow. My body wants release.
“I have to come,” I say as I writhe under him, and he responds with a flat “No.” Then, he pulls my hands over my head and holds them. I can't move.
It's the hottest thing since microwaveable pizza rolls.
How dare he deny me?
Just as I am about to peak, he enters me. I explode.
I'm extremely vocal, and my voice carries over the tile. I come again, and my voice ricochets off the walls.
He pulls out until only his tip is inside me, and he slams home. My buttocks fly off the lounge as he rocks into me. He releases my wrists, and I grab onto him, my nails digging into his back. I wrap my legs around him and move with him.
Our eyes meet, and he entwines his hands in mine before he moans loudly.
I come again before his hot come fills me.
His face is flushed, and he straightens his back as he gasps for air.
My heart rate is in double time.
I place my hand on his chest and feel his heart thumping.
I curl my fingers into his chest hair. He gingerly moves the hair out of my face and kisses me before he pulls out.
“You're incredible,” he growls.
“So are you,” is all I can manage. My brain and body are in meltdown mode.
A tear forms in the corner of my eye, but I hold it in.
He caresses the side of my face as he rolls off me and pulls me into his chest.
We lay in a comfortable silence and fall into a deep sleep.
***
I awake and am startled. Where am I? This isn't my place. I sit up. It’s dark
Then, the night’s event rushed back to me.
“Mikael!” I jump out of bed and discover I'm naked.
“I'm here,” his calm voice says. I look at the door, and he's wearing an apron. I see his bare chest and legs under it.
“What time is it?”
“It's six. You slept for hours. I'm sure you needed it.”
My eyes search his before they fall to the bowl in his hands.
“What's that?”
“The last batch of cupcakes.”
“You baked?”
He gives me a devilish grin. “Of course. Come look.”
He turns toward the door, and my eyes fall on his bubble butt. He’s baking naked! I burst into laughter.
“Don't tell me you laughed at my cute ass.” He turns his head to read me.
My hands fly to my mouth to muffle my amusement.
“You have a gorgeous ass,” I reply.
I grab his large T-shirt from the end of the chaise lounge and slip it over my head. He seems pleased with himself as he walks into the kitchen. I follow him into the disastrous epicenter of baking that has the kitchen in a state of disarray. The counters and floor are covered in powder.
My eyes scan the kitchen table, and it's overflowing with cupcakes and cookies.
“I didn't decorate anything. That's your department.”
For the first time in my life, I'm speechless.
I stand beside him, and he preempts my questions with a sensual kiss.
I cleared my throat to buy time to recover emotionally because I never expected this. I’m overwhelmed by how thoughtful he was and how hard he worked while I slept.
He had my back.
Only Bo knows how to do that.
But Mikael stepped up and filled the void.
He acted without saying a word.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“I ate a few, and they are incredible.”
I give him a side-eye, but I can’t hold it.
“What? I had to make sure they were edible,” he shrugs. He stands his ground. He’s handsome and unabashed, even though he’s naked and wearing my apron. He’s won me over. I stand on my tippy toes and kiss his warm lips.
“Hm. Ready for round two, I take it?” His eyebrows raise at the question.
“I think I need to make frosting,” I mutter.
“You're a killjoy,” he replies, but his chuckle is heartwarming.
“You look better in the apron,” he smirks.
“Great. So, we're going to play who wears it best?” I tease.
“No. I have work to do,” he says as he pours the cupcake batter in the baking tins. “We do have work to do,” he adds but his eyes convey his desire to repeat what we did before I fell into an exhausted sleep.
“Yeah,” I reluctantly sigh. “We have work to do.”
The snow has turned into flurries by the time I finish frosting the cupcakes. Mikael boxes them as quickly as I baptize them in the rich topping of sweetness.
He looks at his watch. “You haven't eaten.”
“I am hungry.” I'm sure it's due to the full-body workout he gave me and not the baking.
“Great. I'll sous vide steaks and make a salad. Does that work?”
“That would be fantastic,” I reply. He claims my lips before he heads into the kitchen to cook a late dinner.
I hear pots rattling, and fifteen minutes later, I smell a flavored steak and hear him chopping on a wood block.
“How's it going?” I ask. I can't imagine a bachelor not needing help.
“I'm fine. Are you about done?”
“I have five more to go.”
“Great.”
By the time I’ve finished up, he's set the island with cloth napkins and silverware for two beside a plate of steak that is thinly sliced and perfectly displayed on top of the mixed greens and all the encroachments.
“So?” he asks.
“It's amazing,” I murmur.
He beams with pride, and he pulls the chair for me to sit.
he fills the wine goblets with red wine. He hands one to me and picks up the other.
“To us,” he says.
I’m on cloud nine. Is this real or am I dreaming?