Chapter 21 #3
Mikko’s lips brushed over my neck one more time before he reached in front of me and turned off the water.
Together we dried off, then went back to the bed.
He pulled back the covers and climbed in naked, holding it up for me.
I fluffed my pillow, buying myself another minute, then followed his lead.
Instead of keeping to his side of the bed, his hand wrapped around my waist and gently pulled me against his chest like last night. He pressed a kiss to my lips, but it was nothing like the ones we’d shared before.
No urgency.
No desperation.
Just a quiet tenderness that unraveled me more than everything else had.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine. “Goodnight, rakas.”
I smiled before closing my eyes, listening to the steady beat of his heart beneath my cheek.
A phone vibrated on the nightstand next to me the next morning, sunlight peaking between the split in the blackout curtains.
I snuggled back into Mikko, still in disbelief over everything that had happened between us yesterday.
As much as I wanted to chalk it up to adrenaline, I’d meant it when I said I didn’t regret it.
Mikko stirred behind me, his arm tightening around my waist and pulling my back to his front. I felt his hardness against my ass, his hips moving until his cock slid between my legs.
I sucked in a breath when he ground over me, my pulse rapidly picking up.
The movement was slow and sleepy, almost unconscious, like he was chasing warmth in a dream.
His breathing stayed deep and even against the back of my neck, but the steady roll of his hips sent sparks through my body with every pass.
For a long minute, I let myself feel it—the heat of him, the solid weight of his arm holding me, the way my body was already responding.
Mikko tensed, hips going still.
“Fuck,” he muttered, voice gravelly with sleep.
Before he could pull back, I reached down and caught his hand, lacing my fingers through his. Slowly, I guided it until his large palm cupped my breast. His breath hitched, and his lips touched down on my shoulder in a gentle kiss while he rolled my nipple between his fingers, then tugged gently.
I gasped at the sensation, like a live wire between my nipples and my clit. “Don’t stop.”
The words seemed to snap the last of his restraint. In one smooth motion, Mikko flipped me onto my back, his big body settling over mine. His mouth found me instantly, kissing me deeply, morning-stubble rough against my skin.
I laced my hands around his neck, holding him to me while heat flared between us again.
Hands wandered greedily. His fingers teased my nipples while mine traced the hard lines of his chest and stomach.
The kiss grew messier, more desperate. Before I could wrap my hands around his cock, Mikko slid down my body, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone, between my breasts, and lower across my stomach.
He settled between my thighs, broad shoulders spreading my legs apart.
The first slow drag of his tongue over my center pulled a broken moan from my throat.
Gripping the sheets, I arched into his mouth as he devoured me—slow and thorough at first, then hungrier, focused entirely on my pleasure.
His tongue circled my clit before dipping lower, tasting every inch of me like he couldn’t get enough.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” I moaned, trying to keep my voice down.
Mikko groaned against me, the little vibrations making me shake.
“More?” he rasped, and I nodded my head violently.
One hand let go of my thigh, dropping below his mouth until I felt a thick finger at my opening. He slid it back and forth in time with his tongue, coating it in my wetness, teasing me until I was whimpering. Then he gently pressed it inside, stretching me in the most delicious way.
The combination was overwhelming—his warm, talented tongue working my clit while his finger curled deep inside me, stroking that sensitive spot with every thrust. He added a second finger, pumping them steadily, the wet sounds mixing with my ragged breathing.
Every time he curled them, my hips bucked against his face.
He held me down with his other hand on my thigh, keeping me open for him as he feasted.
It didn’t take long. The steady rhythm of his mouth, the way he groaned against me like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted, sent me spiraling. I came hard, thighs shaking around his head, one hand flying down to grip his blond hair as pleasure tore through me.
When the waves finally subsided, I lay there panting in a blissful daze. Mikko kissed the inside of my thigh before crawling back up my body, his erection heavy and obvious against my hip.
“Do you want me to help with that?” I asked breathlessly, glancing down at his cock.
Mikko shook his head, a soft, genuine smile touching his lips. “This wasn’t about me. I got exactly what I wanted.”
He pressed one last kiss to my forehead, then rolled out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. A moment later, the shower turned on, water rushing against the tile.
I lay there for a few seconds, heart still racing, before I got out of bed and followed him.