Page 16 of Taming Mika

My heart skips a beat, and I don’t immediately know how to respond to his question.Is he threatening me?And just like the last time he was in my office, it suddenly feels like all the oxygen has been sucked from the room.

“What are you insinuating, Mr. Bonetti,” I ask him sharply, hating the breathiness in my voice as I pull back until his hand falls to his side. I sound like I just finished running a lap around the arena, and my heart is hammering just as intensely as if I had.

Alfie’s body shifts as he turns away from the calendar and gives me his undivided attention. “Only that it’d be in your best interest to stop resisting. ”

It's obvious he wants me because I’ve never had a man look at me like he is right now. Like he’s spent his life in utter darkness, and I’m the sunshine that just lit up his world. And I must admit he’s good. He’sreallygood. Threatening me and flattering me all in the same breath.

“I don’t see any harm in having some fun, Miss Harper. I can make it worth your while and still keep things professional,” he teases, his handsome lips curling into that smug smile. And he takes a step closer, removing the last bit of space between us.

My lips part, but I don’t know what to say to that. What Alfie’s proposing would be the exact opposite of professional. And once again, I find myself trapped between a rock and a hard place. He just won’t take no for an answer, and with every inch that vanishes between our lips, I find my body more inclined to agree with him.

Heat races up my neck and into my cheeks, making me suddenly flushed and feverish. My skin tingles, as it feels oddly tight across my muscles. Shivers race up and down my spine, and I can’t tell anymore if they’re out of fear or desire. I feel giddy with indecision, lost in a sea of doubt and desire.

Alfie reaches forward slowly, as if he thinks I’ll bolt if he moves too fast. On the contrary, in that brief window of escape, I hesitate, strangely torn between the urge to stay or go. Then his hand finds thesmall of my back, warmth seeping from his palm and through the thin fabric of my shirt as his fingers splay across my spine. And as his light touch cuts off my retreat, my feet root me to the spot.

He steps forward, bringing our hips together. I can feel the iron rod of his arousal trapped between us. I bring my hands up to press my palms flat against his firm, broad chest, but I can’t find the strength to push him back. Instead, I register the steady, powerful beat of his heart beneath my fingers. Every inch of Alfie Bonetti screams of strength, dominance. He’s not violent or forceful with me, but then, he doesn’t have to be. He has effortless command over my body. I don’t think I could run if I tried. And right now, I’m not sure I want to.

The masculine scent of patchouli and eucalyptus fills my nose, making my muscles weak with giddy excitement. And like some Pavlovian response, my tongue darts out to wet my dry lips. His body curves around mine as my back arches, and sparks erupt between us the moment he leans in to steal a kiss.

I freeze as an electric jolt slams through my core, incapacitating me as it wipes my mind blank. Then, crackling excitement races through my veins, bringing my body to life. At this moment, I can’t say who I am or why it’s a bad idea to kiss Alfie. Right now, kissing him feels like the best idea in the world.

He tastes like lemongrass and fresh spearmint leaves, and his soft lips tempt me to invite him in. His soft facial hair tickles my chin even as his tongue strokes out to trace the seam of my mouth, and I part my lips without thinking.

A soft groan of anticipation vibrates from his chest as Alfie’s arms tighten around my waist. Heat sears across my skin where his soft, expensive suit brushes my exposed flesh. I can feel his cock, hard and erect, as it presses adamantly against my abdomen.

Excitement pools in my belly as my mind runs wild, flashing visions of what he could do to me. It’s been far too long since anyone’s touched me—and never like this. It’s tearing down my defenses at an alarming rate.

“God, what I wouldn’t give to explore this perfect body,” he hissesdarkly, his lips brushing across mine as he speaks. “I could make you feel pleasure like you’ve never known if you’ll just say yes.”

One strong arm wrapped like an iron band around my waist, Alfie lets his other hand explore my curves. Following the line of my waist, he runs his fingers beneath my shirt to find the top of my jeans. And for one heart-stopping moment, he pauses when he finds the top button.

Then he flicks it open.

I gasp, but before I can speak up, his lips come crashing down on mine once more. He swallows the sound, his tongue delving into my mouth as his fingers slip inside the elastic of my panties.

I’m trapped somewhere between numb and overwhelmed with sensation. My skin buzzes with excitement. My pulse is racing so quickly, that I can’t seem to catch my breath. And all the while, it feels like time stands still.

I’ve never wanted someone to touch me so badly in my life. And at the same time, my brain is screaming for me to stop him. Alfie takes his time, his fingers slipping inch by inch inside my jeans. And every time he slides a little farther, fresh arousal soaks the fabric clinging to my oversensitive flesh.

He’s dangerously close to acting out my fantasy from the tub. And despite all the reasons I shouldn’t want this, I do. I desperately want to know the pleasure he can show me. It’s been so long since a man has touched me like this. And I believe Alfie when he says he can make me feel things I’ve never felt before.

Soft fingers brush across my clit, and zinging pleasure crackles up my spine. I cry out, the sound vanishing down his throat. And Alfie groans, the sound deep and animalistic as his fingers stroke the seam of my slick folds.

“I knew you wanted me,” he growls, the arousal in his voice making the taunt gruff. “You’re so fucking wet for me already.”

My core tightens, my clit throbbing at the dark passion in his tone.

“Say you’ll be mine, Mika,” he urges.

Alfie swirls two long fingers around my clit, using my slick excitementto make the sensation explosively euphoric. But his words blast through my lust-filled haze and bring me crashing back to reality.

What is wrong with me?

I’m so turned on, I can barely think straight. But that’s no excuse for the fact that, somewhere along the line, I seem to have forgotten that Alfie’s engaged. He has a bride waiting for him back in New York City. And here I am, melting into a puddle with his hand down my pants.

My excitement vanishes, turned off like a light switch. And I jerk backward out of his arms, at the same time shoving forcefully against his chest to put as much space between us as I can.

Fire blazes in his eyes, and his perfectly styled locks of dark hair fall recklessly into his eyes. Heat climbs up my neck and pools in my cheeks when I see my own arousal glistening on his fingertips. I can’t believe I let it get that far.

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