Page 90 of Beneath the Light of the Moon
Anika. Anika. Anika.
All because of a twistedcrush. A twisted obsession.
An exasperated sigh echoed in her bedroom.
Lust curled around his heart. Blood rushed lower as he stood there. Why should he hold back anymore? It wasn’t like it’d helped him all this time anyway. Maybe if he gave in and let himself be run by his emotions he couldfinallythink. His father had been wrong when he’d conditioned Mikko to keep everything bottled up, to stifle every feeling settling into his bones.
Mikko was no longer that little boy, one craving acceptance from his father. Now, he was old enough totakewhat he wanted.
And hewantedAnika.
Palming himself through his jeans, unable to keep his desire under control, Mikko groaned at the relief. His cum covered scarf on her chair teased him from the corner of his eye. It’d been a scare tactic at first, a violation of her space. But now Mikko hoped she interpreted it as it truly was.
Infatuation.
Would he stay here and entertain his thoughts or leave, content to let his fantasies be just that? Logically, the latter option was safer, a smart choice, but Mikko was tired of being rational. His whole life had consisted of that, and it’d gotten himnowhere.
So, he’d give in this once to see where it took him, to prove his dead father wrong.
With light footsteps, he walked to her bathroom. Pushing on the wood, the door creaked open. Just as it had the first time he’d been here—and the last—her scent immediately overpowered him. He groaned aloud shamelessly.
Stopping in front of her shower curtain, he quickly stripped his shirt off. He knew he had plenty of time before she returned since Levi was wooing her with his cooking skills.
Hopefully he doesn’t burn the whole block down.
Standing shirtless in her space, his heart raced. It was a violation making his lips quirk up in a grin. Dropping his shirt onto the floor, he began unbuttoning his pants only to be stopped short at the small pile of clothes near his recently discarded shirt.
It was an oversized T-shirt and underwear.
He froze; his mouth watered.
Take them home, take them home,his mind silently chanted at him.
And for a moment, he stayed strong, fingers securely on the unbuttoned waist of his pants.
Until he wasn’t.
Crouching, he let his fingertips trail over the bunched up fabric. Simultaneously, his mind flashed back to the night she’d touched him—traced his arm as if she owned him. A shiver zipped up his spine, goosebumps erupting across his exposed skin.
Or to the early morning at the gun range, her ponytail smelling of shampoo and tickling his nose as he positioned her inside the shooting lane. They’d been so close, yet so far, and it’d driven him crazy. He’d pretended to touch her for the sake of lessons, but in reality they were excuses. He knew that; Anika knew that, yet she didn’t swat his hands away. That realization had made him want to do more—to lick and kiss and suck every inch of her body, but he was certain she would’ve shot him then. Something he mostly likely would’ve been fine with if she’d only graced him with her touch in return, her voice like honey in his ear as he bled out.
Swallowing thickly, he withdrew and stood to his full height once more. He pushed the botanical shower curtain aside and turned on the stream of water. While waiting for it to warm up, he shed the rest of his clothes, smirking when they dropped into a bundle next to hers. He wanted to intertwine himself with her in every way that he could so she felt the same kind of desperation she’d planted inside of him.
Steam wafted out from above the shower curtain signaling the water was ready. He stepped inside.
The thrill weaving through him was one like no other. His intrusion was obvious—a blatant sin—but that was what made it sosweet.It was terribly wrong, yet Mikko couldn’t stop himself. Once he set his mind to something, he couldn’t be deterred.
She’d showered here before, right where he was standing, her lithe body wet beneath the stream of water. Enveloped in steam, Mikko’s mind wandered as her scent overwhelmed him. The picture his mind conjured up had his body tensing.
Her eyelashes glimmering with water droplets as she gazed up at him in reverence. Her hair was a dark river plastered across her skin, one he wanted to dive into, tugging and pulling her closer.
And the water sluicing down her body…
He imagined his tongue there to catch every stray drop hugging her curves
A weightlessness overcame him. Levi might be able tophysicallytouch her, but Mikko was going to leave his mark on her in other ways. Without a second thought, he grabbed her loofah and her body wash. Lathering up with her soap, he placed the abrasive material to his skin.
Dirty and intimate,were the only words repeating themselves in his mind.
