Page 120 of Beneath the Light of the Moon

Come In With the Rain

Anika

Agaze reminiscent of frost covered blades of grass pinned her to the spot. His heat encompassed every exposed plane of her skin. Unable to speak the words caught in the back of her throat, Anika let Mikko’s faint touch graze along her skin.

And it felt so,so good.

His fingers danced across her forearms and shoulders. Lingered on her collar bones and skipped over the fluttering pulse in her neck. Her nerves had her knees trembling, a feeling she hadn’t experienced in years—since one night long ago.

What was happening to her?

“Oh,malyshka,you have no idea what you do to me.” His voice was smooth and deep, a hint of his Russian accent evident. He usually curbed it, unwilling to let people associate him with his father’s homeland, but right now, he didn’t seem to mind.

A single fingertip trailed along the edge of her jaw, the pad memorizing her bone structure.

“You should hate me,” she said, tongue coming unstuck from the roof of her mouth.

“I could never hate you.” Another touch. “It would be like hating myself.”

Anika was quick to retort. “Liar.”

“Look deeper,malyshka.We’re more alike than you’d like to admit.”

The intensity in his gaze was too much to look at, her mind struggling to stay put and not spiral. Flicking her eyes up, she focused on a single dark strand of hair hanging over his forehead. Why did he have to be so devastating? That was the only word she could think of when she saw him. And untouchable. Certainly not someonesheshould be lusting after.

Mikko’s thumb pulled on her bottom lip. “This mouth,” her skin heated as he spoke, “it says things I wish I was bold enough to say.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do. And this heart…” his fingers settled over its rapid beating, “it’s wicked and corrupt. A mirror of mine.”

“No.”

Leaning down, he ignored her and planted a kiss right where his hand had been. The thin material of her sleepwear did little to mitigate the heat of his lips. And it hardly hid her nipples. Looking back up at her, Mikko grinned. He’d noticed. Before she could protest or voice her embarrassment, his mouth closed over one of the hardened peaks. The warmth of his mouth had her shuddering as he sucked, desire coiling low within her stomach. A moan tore from her mouth as he pinched her other nipple.

Pulling away, the now cooling wet spot on her shirt was vastly at odds with the heat of his mouth. The difference had her mind stuttering. Kneeling, Mikko’s touch slipped beneath the elastic waistband of her sleep shorts. Anika’s spine was ramrod straight even as her muscles threatened to turn to liquid. She was pulledbetween desire and guilt. Either way, her body was on the edge of combusting.

“What are you doing?” she gasped.

In a wordless response, he leisurely pulled her shorts down. She knew she should’ve stopped him, yanked his hands away, but she did nothing. Anika was too entranced by him, his reverent position altering her brain chemistry.

Mikko kept her sleep shorts wrapped around her thighs, his hands clutching the delicate fabric as if he was sure she’d slip through his fingers. Maybe she would; her head was filled with buzzing, and a dizziness threatened to overtake her.

“Let me worship you.” His lips skimmed across her hip bone. “Let me make it up to you.” A soft kiss planted right atop her landing strip. “Let mebeg.”

With a hand clasped over her mouth in an attempt to stifle the sounds she made—not that it mattered—Anika watched as the man she’d vowed to hate dipped his tongue between her legs. At first, he was gentlemanly, a patient man who was waiting for the signal tofeast. For a moment, he was content to let her quiver above him at the behest of his damn mouth.

A flutter of dark lashes and sinful glimmer in his eyes was the only image she needed to fall off the edge she’d been hanging onto. The pillowy softness embracing her heart as blood hummed in her ears and dampened the logic rattling around in her head.

Why had she held back for this long?

Her mind couldn’t remember, couldn’t find a reason to care.

One long lick of his tongue against her clit had the tensions holding her body together bursting free. Anika felt too big for her skin, the sensation tight all while another feeling coiled low in her stomach.

It was all too easy to fall into his touch, his lips expertly sucking at her clit while his tongue tasted honeyed ichor dripping from betweenher thighs. She ached to weave her fingers into his hair and pull him close and thrust her wet cunt onto his face as punishment, but she had the feeling he’d like it.

Fuck.