My breaths come quicker, rushing past my lips and into his mouth as he kisses me and touches me with a tenderness that lights my soul on fire. His hands are almost cautious, as if he’s worried he might hurt or scare me.
And that alone terrifies me, because I’m dangerously close to falling for him. But if I do, that will leave me vulnerable to all kinds of cruelty that I learned long ago to defend against.
Still, as his fingers slip inside the elastic of my shorts, it’s impossible to keep my thoughts straight. I gasp as he brushes against my sex, his fingers dipping between my folds and slowly stroking me.
“You’re so wet,topolina,” he groans against my lips, the sound tortured.
I nod, my fingers tightening in his hair as a wave of pleasure crashes through me.
“Tell me what you want,” he commands, making me shiver.
“I want you to do that tongue thing,” I breathe, scarcely daring to believe my boldness.
Miko releases a dark chuckle that vibrates through my body like an earthquake.
Then, slowly, he slinks beneath the blankets, his wicked eyes twinkling before he vanishes between my thighs.
Strong fingers hook around the waist of my sleep shorts, undoing all the work he just did to dress me for bed.
Then, silky hot wetness closes around my clit, and I arch up off the bed as smoldering excitement blasts through my core.
I cry out, my thighs tightening around his head as his strong fingers press into my thighs.
And when his tongue starts to lave my folds, I nearly come undone.
21
MIKO
Being with Anika is the single best feeling in the world. And at the same time, my heart is broken for her.
She’s endured a cruelty no one ever should, and I’m determined to prove that I amnotthe man her first husband was.
That man is dead, buried so deep and far across the water that even the fish won’t find him, so I’m going to do my damnedest to wipe her mind clean of his memory.
All this time, I’ve worried Anika hated me for killing her husband. I thought the distance separating us was something she had against me personally—because of what I’d done.
But the reality is so much more than that.
Anika has scars—no, open wounds that need to heal. I only hope that I’m good enough to help her do that. And in the meantime, I’m determined not to hurt her further.
I’m letting her take the lead, to show me what is safe. It would seem that sex is a good place to start.
Because despite her stiffness toward me when I took her to bed last night, I can tell that tonight is another matter.
She wants this.
She went out of her way to show me.
And, Christ, if there had been a single doubt in my mind, it was obliterated as soon as I felt how wet she is for me.“I want you to do that tongue thing.”I’ve never heard a woman say anything so simultaneously crass and innocent.
It’s unreasonably sexy.
And knowing that my lips are the only ones that have ever had the pleasure of feasting on her sweet pussy makes the act all the more satisfying.
Tangy arousal gushes from her depths as soon as I wrap my lips around her clit, and I lap it up greedily, savoring her excitement. There’s no tension in her body tonight.
She’s completely relaxed, like putty in my hands, and I knead her supple flesh as I enjoy the way she quivers against me.
