Page 105 of Meant for Mayhem

I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I wanted to, and I did not want to.

“Look at what you do to me,” Mikko said, his hand moving in steady strokes while I circled my clit again like he’d told me to. “I’m so fucking hard it hurts, and it’s all because of you.”

The raw honesty in his words sent another wave of heat rushing through my body. My fingers moved faster, circling and pressing as a moan built in the back of my throat. The pressure built quickly under the weight of his attention and filthy praise.

“Oh, god. Mikko…”

In a flash, he rose from the chair. The bed dipped under his weight as he climbed over me, his big body caging mine. Before I could draw another breath, his mouth sealed over mine.

Our first kiss crashed through like a storm—hungry, deep, and claiming. Firm lips met mine, his tongue sweeping in as he swallowed the cry tearing from my throat. The taste of him, the solid heat of his body so close, the low groan vibrating from his chest into mine…

It pushed me right over the edge.

Pleasure slammed into me hard. My whole body shook beneath him, fingers still pressed between my legs, wave after wave crashing through my body. He kept kissing me through every tremor, drinking down every sound, one hand cradling the back of my neck like he never wanted to let go.

When the shaking finally eased, he pulled back enough to rest his forehead against mine, both of us breathing hard.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, voice wrecked. “So beautiful when you come for me, Shannon.”

I pulled him down to me, kissing him again, feeling too good to pull away.

It was soft and deep at first, then hungry again as the aftershocks faded. Before I let myself overthink it, I slid my hand down his body, tracing the hard planes of his stomach until my fingers wrapped around his thick, throbbing cock.

Mikko groaned into my mouth, hips jerking into my grip as he rolled us onto our sides.

“That’s it,” he rasped against my lips. “Stroke my cock like that. Fuck, your hand feels perfect.”

His hand slid down my hip, then lifted my top leg and draped it over his. Between one heartbeat and the next, two thick fingers slid through my wetness. He circled my clit with devastating precision before dropping lower, teasing my entrance. When one thick finger pushed inside me, I couldn’t stop myself from moaning into his mouth. Back and forth he worked, curling his fingers just right before sliding them back out and playing with my clit until I my entire body was buzzing.

We moved like that, tangled together in the bed. Kissing desperately while we explored each other’s bodies like teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves, except Mikko knew exactly what he was doing. He played my body like an instrument, pulling every ounce of pleasure out of me, one heartbeat at a time. His low, filthy praises spilled between kisses until another orgasm ripped through me.

This one hit slower but deeper, leaving me gasping into his mouth as my body clenched and trembled around his fingers deep in my core.

Mikko followed right behind. With a guttural groan, he spilled over my hand, hips stuttering as he came hard.

The kisses slowed, turning more reverent than desperate. For one perfect moment, neither of us moved. But as fast as this all spun out of control, reality slammed back in.

Mikko’s breathing changed first, a little too controlled when he sat up. Then his body went still beneath my hand. Before he could pull away and give space to anxious thoughts, I reached across the bed and grabbed his wrist.

“Hey. Look at me.”

Those blue eyes met mine, uncertainty replacing the confidence they’d held only seconds before. “Are you okay?”

The question almost made me laugh considering my body was still on cloud nine. “I’m more than okay.”

He searched my face like he didn’t believe me. “Shannon...”

I squeezed his hand before he could spiral. “Don’t. This was good, Mikko. Really good.”

He stayed quiet, eyes almost glazed over. So I sat up and straddled his lap, putting my hands on either side of his face until his attention returned to me. “I’m not upset, and I don’t regret it.”

The words settled over him one by one, the tension in his shoulders easing. “You don’t?”

“Not even a little. And you were right. Apparently, I was having bad sex before now because that was better than pizza.”

The worry lines on his face disappeared, and his intense gaze returned, hands settling on my hips.

“Oh yeah?”