Tomorrow: Kingsley series book 1 Page 8

  “Let’s shower, beautiful.”

  I just look at him and nod, smiling shyly. Seriously, when am I going to stop feeling this shy around him? He has just taken me, on top of a bar on a private jet, with the stewardess watching in the wings. Now he wants to shower with me and I feel mortified? While I’m talking myself down, Mika turns on the shower.

  “Come.” he says in that commanding tone of his.

  “It’ll take a bit more than you just telling me,” I say as I walk past him, flashing him a wink.

  The look on his face is priceless and I burst out laughing. “Oh, you’ll pay for that Sweet Pea, mark my words.”

  Mika follows me into the shower and shuts the door behind him. He prowls toward me, his gorgeous eyes locking onto mine, and I feel my knees buckle. He flashes me that sexy grin of his. The bastard knows the effect he has on me, I think begrudgingly. Mika pumps some soap into his hands and rubs them together to lather up. He positions himself behind me and mere seconds later I feel his magnificent hands all over my body. The man is washing me like it’s his job, not missing an inch of skin. I feel his erection pressing against me and I am dying to feel him inside of me.

  “Hmmm you’re so soft, so perfect,” he murmurs.

  Mika’s strong hands are gently stroking my shoulders, his talented mouth on my neck, and I feel euphoric. His hands have found my breasts, tenderly yet firmly massaging them. I gasp as he rolls my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, applying just the perfect amount of pressure. I can feel another orgasm building deep in my belly. And then, just as I am about to come, he stops. I groan with displeasure.

  “What’s wrong. Sweet Pea?”

  He looks at me, a quasi-innocent look plastered on that unparalleled face of his. He starts washing himself, his hands gliding all over his exemplary body. I know what game he’s playing and I’m not about to let him win without a fight. I smile at him sweetly. I brush my lips against his ever so briefly before I sink down to my knees and, without warning or hesitation, wrap my hands and lips around his impressive member. I stroke him as my tongue circles his head. I suck, gently first, then harder. My teeth gently graze his cock while I direct my hand to make twisting motions, as if I’m using a screwdriver. Instinctively I relax my throat and then take him as deep as I can, hitting the back of my throat. I’m pleasantly surprised and equally impressed by my apparent lack of a gag reflex. I swirl my tongue along the shaft every time I retract, eliciting delicious moans from Mika.

  “Yes… just like that… Good god, Sweet Pea… you suck like a dream.”

  His words inspire me, making me greedier. With singular enthusiasm, I stroke and suck him with everything I have. His hands fist into my hair, holding my head in place. He starts thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth. I continue to suck as he pumps his cock in and out of my mouth.

  “Holy fuck, Raeva…I’m getting close,” he grunts.

  I’m beyond eager for his climax so I worship his beautiful cock with my mouth as if it is my new religion.

  “Raeva…” Mika groans loudly as I suck hard, muttering breathless praises.

  When thick spurts of his erotic juices flow into my mouth, I swallow. I marvel as his body shudders with pleasure. Mika hooks my chin with his thumb and index finger, guiding me to face him. I lick my lips as our eyes lock.

  “Holy fuck,” he breathes.

  I smirk at him, feeling especially pleased with myself.

  “You just bought yourself a heap of trouble, Sweet Pea,” he says ominously.

  He leads me from the shower stall and wraps me in a big, plush towel. He then expertly wraps a smaller towel around my head before scooping me up like I weigh nothing. He carries me into the bedroom and deposits me gently onto the big, comfortable bed. When my head hits the pillow, I realize how exhausted I am but when Mika crawls toward me, spreading my legs as he does so, my tiredness is soon forgotten. He sinks into me, deliciously slow, and groans as he fills me.

  “You were made for me, Raeva,” he whispers against my throat.

  “You’re mine…tell me.”

  “Yes…yours.” I manage to breathe.

  He continues to make love to me, slowly and thoroughly, until we are both spent and have about a dozen orgasms between us. Curled together like a pretzel, completely sated and delirious, we drift into dreamland.

  Her beautiful eyes flutter open as I sink into her. The smile that blooms on her magnificent face is all the encouragement I need to proceed.

  “A girl could get used to a wake-up call like this,” she croaks.

  Christ, that sexy ‘please fuck me’ tone of voice of hers is going to be the end of me. I link our hands together and hold them above her head as I rest my forehead on hers. “Oh I’d quite happily wake you up like this, every single day, Sweet Pea.”

  The words fall out of my mouth before I even realize that I mean every single letter. She rolls her hips, meeting my thrusts. Holy fuck, she feels incredible. I can’t seem to get enough of her. Raeva gasps as I fill her completely to the hilt; the little noises that fall from those enchanting lips driving me wild. I increase my pace, barely able to contain myself. I’m deep inside of her but it doesn’t feel close enough. I need to be deeper, feel more of her. I should be terrified—she is my obsession, my addiction, my inevitable undoing—but I’m not. I want more of her; I need her to be completely and irrevocably mine.

  “You’re mine, Raeva. And if I need to, I will thoroughly drive that notion home…until you can’t take it anymore,” I growl roughly as I pump into her.

  She moans as I pound into her with possessively fierce strokes. Mine. I need to hear the words.

  “Tell me, Raeva” I demand.

  She obliges. “I’m yours Mika, all yours…and you’re mine,” she breathes as she digs her nails into my back.

  Fuck yes! I can’t explain why but I love her claiming me. Her words take me right to the edge. My hand slides between her legs and she bucks as my fingers stroke her clit. “Come for me, Sweet Pea,” I coach her.

  Her incredible body responds immediately. I feel her channel tighten around my cock. I follow her, loudly groaning her name as her convulsions milk me, emptying me completely. I roll onto my side, pulling her close to me. She’s mine.

  As much as I want to lay here with her in my arms forever, it’ll be time for us to land soon and we need to get up. I inhale deeply, taking in her scent that’s mixed with mine. I love the way she smells--the combination of her natural fragrance and delicate vanilla soap she likes to use, soothes my senses--but I love her smelling like me even more.

  “Well hello, beautiful,” I smile, kissing her all over her beautiful face. “It’s time to get dressed, baby.”

  She groans and it’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard.

  “We are almost there. Don’t you want to know where we are?”

  That gets her attention. Her beautiful eyes snap open and she raises a brow. A smile spreads across her face and she leans up on her elbows. Fuck, she takes my breath away. “Well? Are you going to tell me where we are?”

  The enthusiasm in her voice is endearing and I can’t stop the smirk I feel spreading across my features. I like having her curious like this and willingly at my mercy. So instead of just telling her, I decide to drag it out just a little longer.

  “Get that gorgeous ass dressed. I might tell you then.”

  I’m not sure why I am not surprised when there are multiple pieces of clothing with the tags still on them, in my size, hanging in the bedroom closet. Mika sorts through each item carefully before deciding on a gorgeous red belted maxi dress with colorful flowers printed on it. He pairs it with some brown leather gladiator sandals and hands them to me. Mika turns once more and opens a drawer, pulling out a lacy bra and matching panties in a deep red color. They are barely there and very expensive looking and, of course, exactly my size. The man doesn’t miss a beat. I get dressed, not even bothering to take another shower. I perversely love having part of him still resid
ing deep inside me. His scent mingled with mine is intoxicating.

  We watch each other as we get dressed. I watch him button the earl grey vest over his crisp white shirt before he shrugs into his suit jacket. Dear God, he can sure fill out a suit nicely. It appears to be cut just for him. The man looks devastatingly handsome and I cannot keep my eyes off him. Watching the man get dressed is almost as sexy as watching him shed his garments. Even after hours of devouring each other there is an obvious hunger in both our eyes. We stand in front of the bathroom mirror as I apply some light make-up—which was also present in the gorgeous bathroom and inexactly my brands and colors of choice—while Mika brushes his teeth with the toothbrush I just used. For some reason that’s so incredibly satisfying and intimate to me. My belly flutters with giddiness and our eyes meet in the mirror.

  “You better stop looking at me like that, love,” he mutters.

  I bite my lip and look up at him, attempting to convey coyness. “Like what?”

  I’m more than pleased by his reaction to my statement.

  “You just keep looking at me like you want to eat me for breakfast, Sweet Pea. And I will eat you instead,” he growls.

  The rawness in his voice causes heat to surge between my legs instantly. My breath hitches in my throat and I hold onto my composure with great difficulty. My eyes widen and my left index finger flies into my mouth as I breathe out. My teeth catch my finger and I bite down, surprising myself with the sting of it but also welcoming the discomfort. It distracts me from my building desire. I should be sated. The man has spent hours bestowing orgasm after orgasm upon me and yet, I want more.

  “Promises, promises,” I tease.

  He cocks a brow as I smile and step toward him with nefarious intentions. When I reach him I clutch my hand around his blood-red tie and pull him toward me. Our eyes lock and, just when his lips are a whisper from mine, there is a knock on the door. I groan and Mika smirks. He gives me a quick peck.

  “Yes?” he calls out.

  “We are getting close to landing, Mr. Kingsley. It is time for you to take a seat in the main cabin.”

  I no longer feel the annoyance as I did before when I hear Claire’s voice. Mika takes my hand in his and laces his fingers around mine. He pulls my hand to his mouth and presses a kiss onto it.

  “Time to find out where we are, Raeva.”

  This catches my attention and excitement rushes through my veins. I smile up at him and my obvious enthusiasm seems to delight him. Mika tugs on my hand, pulling me from the bedroom and back into the main cabin. When we walk past the bar I bite my lip as the memory of me sprawled out on top of it—not that long ago—dances in my mind. I don’t miss the slightly arrogant smirk that spreads across his features. Mika gestures me to take the window seat and when I’ve lowered myself into the comfortable seat he straps me in. He takes a seat in the chair beside me and grasps my hand again.

  “So do you think you can guess where we are?”

  I peer out of the small window. All I see are clouds and a large body of water. I turn to face Mika and take in his expectant look and frown. The corners of his mouth curl up and I’m momentarily distracted. Claire announces our descent, which snaps me out of it.

  “I think I might need a hint…or two.”

  Mika regards me, his face laced with amusement. Yes, there is no doubt in my mind that he’s enjoying this.

  “I hope you don’t think that I’ll make this easy on you, Sweet Pea,” he purrs.

  I raise my brow. Mika seems to bring out a side of me that I’ve never known. I feel sexy and wanton, and although the things that slip out of my mouth are surprising to me, they feel right.

  “Mr. Kingsley, you have not taken it easy on me so far and I certainly hope you never will,” I say, biting my lip.

  Mika smirks.

  “You better behave, Ms. Ray, before I unbuckle you and show you just how true that statement is.”

  My insides flutter at the sultry tone of his voice and the smoldering look of his gaze. Images of the last few hours are dominating my thoughts. I look over to the bar and cannot help but blush. Mika follows my line of sight and I see his face light up with recognition. Knowing he has the same thoughts I have is heightening my arousal. My panties are soaked and I want him more than a starving woman wants food. It’s as if we have not just spent the better part of fourteen hours devouring each other. The air between us is filled with carnal desire and unabridged want. Our eyes meet and I very willingly drown in those blue irises. After long minutes Mika breaks the silence.

  “You’ll have to burp after meals as a sign of respect.”

  Wait, what?

  I look at him, flustered and confused. My brain scrambles and the words finally make sense. It’s a hint. The gears in my brain start turning. Asian culture springs to mind.

  “Okay…” I say slowly, drawing the word out. “Sooooo... an Asian country. Give me another hint?”

  Mika smiles, reaches over, and takes my hand in his.

  “That’s my girl.”

  He leans closer and kisses the tip of my nose.

  “Mount Fuji is the tallest mountain in this country.”

  I feel my jaw drop. My eyes snap up to meet his. No way. I can’t believe it. I have always wanted to visit this amazing country.

  “You’ve taken me to Japan?” I ask, my voice barely louder than a whisper.

  Mika smiles at me brightly, his gorgeous eyes sparkling with glee. His delight is contagious and I can barely contain my excitement.

  “So? What do you think?”

  I smile at him as I lean in and stop, just a whisper away from his face.

  “I don’t know if you noticed the huge smile on my face, but if that isn’t enough indication of how exhilarated I am, let me make it clear. I am beyond elated!”

  My lips gently brush his.

  “Thank you, Mika,” I breathe.

  He leans his forehead against mine.

  “Oh Sweet Pea, this is just the beginning.”

  The landing is smooth and in no time we are ushered out of the plane. Mika takes my hand in his and laces our fingers together before he leans in and brushes his lips against my temple.

  “Ready?”

  I stand in the exit door opening and look below us. A soft breeze caresses my skin and I inhale deeply as I close my eyes. I’m so excited to be here and am ready to immerse myself in the Japanese culture. I can feel the smile on my face as if it is originating from my toes.

  I meet his gaze and nod. We descend the passenger stairs and onto the apron, where a sleek limo awaits us. I don’t know how Sean beat us down here since he’s the one who has flown us here but he has, and it is looking like he’ll be driving us as well. It seems like a lot after that long flight. I like Sean, a lot, and I find myself worrying for him. I am sure that he gets compensated well, but still, after a fourteen-hour flight, he should rest. I am about to ask when I note him talking to another man who is dressed in a driver’s uniform. Judging from his dark mane and almond-shaped eyes, the man appears to be of Asian descent. I assume he’s Japanese since we are in Japan. When we reach the limo both men look at us. Sean greets us first, smiling brightly, followed by the Japanese man, who bows respectfully. Mika hasn’t let go of my hand since he led me down the stairs, and since he is not showing signs of releasing it, I just hold on as I bow back and copy his greeting as well as I can. Mika does the same but then continues to says some things to the man in fluent Japanese. Gosh, the man just doesn’t stop impressing me. Mika speaks Japanese as if it is his native tongue. This beautiful man is extraordinary, awe-inspiring, and striking. I am completely and irrevocably enthralled with him.

  “In you go, Sweet Pea.”

  Mika guides me into the waiting vehicle and then slides in next to me. The excitement in his eyes mirrors mine. The car starts moving and my eyes are drawn to the window. I take in my very first sightings of this beautiful country. We have not really discussed much of what he’s got in mind for us while
we are here. We spent most of our time doing other things. Images of last night flash before my eyes and I shake my head to clear my thoughts. I have only read about Japan and watched many animes but I have never come close to imagining that I’d someday set foot here. I’m dying to see the shrines, temples, and gardens. How lovely would it be to fully experience this culture, meet the locals, eat the food, take a ride on a bullet train, and see Mount Fuji? I am elated, like a child on Christmas morning. I’ve always wanted to visit Japan and now Mika has brought me here. He is not simply sweeping me off my feet, he is quite literally bulldozing into my life and, for someone like me, that can be quite daunting. He equally excites me and scares me. He makes me feel free, yet he overwhelms me. I don’t know what to make of him or of who I become when I am with him. I’m so deep in my own thoughts that time seems to have flown by. I feel like I’ve only barely blinked when the car comes to a stop.

  We arrive at our hotel and Sean moves quickly, opening the door and letting Mika out, who then holds his hand out for me. We enter the grand lobby of an incredibly elegant hotel. It is quite obvious that no expense was spared when they designed and decorated this place. This hotel is opulent and exquisite without seeming pretentious, the blending of modern western and traditional Japanese styles executed brilliantly. The Japanese take personal service to a different level. From the second our feet hit the pavement, we get showered with the royal treatment. Mika seems to be well-known and respected. I don’t think that this is the first time that he has resided here. I cannot help but feel intimidated because I’ve never set foot in a place like this before. People like me do not stay in places like this.

  If I thought the lobby was impressive, our suite is dazzling. I tell Mika so. He smiles and looks around the spacious suite as if it is the first time he’s actually seeing it.