Page 106 of Meant for Mayhem

I smiled, tracing a thumb along his cheek. “Yes. Five stars. Tell me where to leave a review.”

Before he even smiled, his cock stirred back to life under me, pressing against my still tender core. I glanced down at his lap, and his hands tightened around my waist.

“Again?”

Mikko nipped at my neck, muttering, “Stamina, rakas. That was the appetizer. We haven’t even gotten to the main course yet.”

My arms draped over his neck, a laugh ripping out of me. “Is that right?”

Mikko’s head dropped, then his tongue lapped over my right nipple, licking a circle around the sensitive skin before pulling it into his mouth. His tongue rolled over the barbell, tugging until I gasped.

I ground down on his lap, feeling his dick slide between my folds and press against my clit. “Oh, that feels good.”

The last of the anxiety bled out of him as he switched sides, giving my left tit the same treatment as the right. When I rolled my hips again, he wrapped his arms around my back, then leaned back on the bed, leaving me on top.

With each roll of my hips, his cock caught at my entrance, but each time, I held myself back. Stopped myself from taking this further. Some part of me still sounded the alarm that sex would change everything.

This was release.

Adrenaline.

Human nature, even.

I pressed myself down into him, holding his cock right where I wanted him as I slid my clit over his head, feeling the pressure of it all the way to my toes.

“So good,” I said when he sucked on my nipple again. “Don’t stop.”

Mikko’s big hands circled my waist, holding me in place as his hips rolled up into me, getting me right where I needed to go. But he followed my lead, never taking it further than I wanted, never trying to push me to do more than grind on each other like our lives depended on it.

When I trembled through another orgasm, he came with me, the wet heat of our combined release spilled between us. I looped my arms around his neck, feeling his around my back, neither of us ready to let go.

“Still okay?” he asked, brushing my damp hair off my face.

I nodded, my head resting on his chest. His lips touched down on the top of my head, then fell back on the bed, as exhausted as I felt. My ear pressed to his skin, listening to his heart racing in time with mine. That steady rhythm was enough to hold me in this moment long enough to sort myself out.

It had been so long since I’d been with someone sexually, and even then… it had never been like this before.

Trust was hard for me to come by, especially with men. So the last thing I expected was for a man to pay so much attention to my body, to read every gasp and moan until he had me unraveling beneath him more times than I’d ever come before. We hadn’t even had sex, and yet this was the hottest moment of my entire life.

My mind was still busy trying to catalog exactly how I felt when his hold tightened on my waist, then my whole body was in the air.

I let out a little squeak, legs wrapping around his waist. “Put me down!”

Mikko slapped my ass, the sensation stinging. I should have hated it, but instead, my tender core clenched around nothing. He didn’t say anything else, just carried me into the bathroom and right into the walk-in shower, turning the spray on while I held on like a spider monkey.

Once he stopped moving, I unlaced my legs, letting my feet drop to the tile, then unwrapped my arms around his neck. He loosened his hold on me, but not enough to let me go. Instead, he spun me in his grip, bringing my back to his front. With quick movements, he grabbed the bar of soap on the ledge, then rubbed it between his hands, still around me. I watched the suds form, then his hands slid the bar across my skin.

Over my stomach, washing away the signs of everything we’d done.

Over my breasts, cleaning one then another.

Over my shoulders and down my back, trailing the bar in a way that felt more reverent than desperate. Like he was enjoying this, taking his time.

Over my ass, then around my hips and between my thighs, lingering only a moment as he trailed a finger over my exhausted core.

I shook against him, wrapping one arm around his neck behind me to hold myself upright. “Mikko, I can’t.”

His lips grazed the side of my neck, then kissed down my shoulder. “I don’t think that’s true, but I’ll stop. Let me take care of you.”