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 residing 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.”