Page 28 of Taming Mika

He leans in slowly, his eyes holding mine until the last moment, then he captures my lips once again. The touch unleashes all my pent-up desire, flooding my body with heat.

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MIKA

My hands slide up from Alfie’s chest to snake around his neck as I give in to the urge to kiss him, relief flooding my chest as I finally let go of the barriers I’ve kept between us. Overwhelming desire drives me forward as Alfie fervently strokes his tongue between my lips, deepening our kiss, and I respond greedily, my tongue twining with his as my back arches, pressing my breasts against his powerful chest. Shocked by the urgency of my response, I gasp, air rushing past my lips. Alfie groans, his arm tightening around my waist as his cock presses adamantly against my hip.

Hearing that Alfie broke off his engagement to be with me, combined with watching how gentle and protective he was with his younger sister, gave me a new, different perspective on who this man is. But hearing exactly what drives Alfie to protect me sealed the deal. I can’t deny it any longer. I want him, too. All my initial battles over finding him attractive are crumbling now that I see he’s so much more than I first thought. When I met Alfie, I saw him as a rich, arrogant, vain playboy who liked to throw his money around to get what he wants. He’s not. He might be rich and handsome—and dangerouslycharming—but he’s alsokind, passionate, and protective. I’ve never been so turned on by a man in my life.

My clit throbs, and arousal soaks my panties, making the fabric cling to my skin. I want to know what it feels like to have Alfie inside me—and not just his fingers. The confined space of the tack room feels entirely too small as the temperature climbs. Sparks of anticipation dance up my spine when Alfie’s hand trails down from my jaw. His fingers brush across my breast on their way down to my stomach, and he tugs deftly at the knot holding my lightweight long-sleeve button-down closed. The gauzy fabric falls open, revealing my black racerback beneath, and I suck in sharp lungfuls of air as Alfie breaks the kiss, leaning back just enough to find the hem of my shirt with his fingertips.

Then, he boldly slides them beneath it.

My skin heats under his hand, my stomach tightening as he touches me unapologetically. His palm finds my breast, cradling the soft mound over my bra, and I gasp. His arm around my waist tightens, pulling my hips firmly against his swollen cock as his fingers curl around the top of my bra. Goosebumps break out across my skin as he jerks the fabric down, freeing my taut nipple. The thin layer of fabric between us brushes across my oversensitive flesh, and I press my thighs together to manage the throbbing ache.

“Fuck, I want to see you naked,” Alfie groans, his voice ragged with desire. “Take this off.” He tugs on my shirt as he removes his hand abruptly.

I want to know what Alfie will do with my naked body. It’s been so long since I’ve let a man touch me, and every time Alfie does, a thrill races up my spine. I need this desperately. I can’t even think past the deep craving that makes my skin feel hot and tight. Shrugging out of my button-down, I let it fall to the floor and grasp the hem of my tank top. Pulling it impatiently up over my head, I toss it aside. Then I reach behind me to unclasp my bra and let the straps slide down my arms. Alfie’s eyes never leave my body, the satisfaction of watching me undress apparent in his subtle smirk, and as the last shreds of fabric fall from my breasts, his gaze rakes down my chest. It lingers onthe tan lines that crisscross my flesh before dropping to my exposed nipples.

I haven’t been naked in front of anyone in quite some time, and a trickle of self-doubt hits my stomach. “What?” I ask, crossing my arms over her chest defensively as his extended pause makes me wonder if he’s less than thrilled at what he sees. I bite back the uncertainty that floods me without warning, fighting the knot that tightens in my throat.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Alfie rasps, his gaze flicking back to mine. Then his fingers circle my wrists, and he tugs my arms out of their crossed position, exposing my breasts once more. “You don’t get to hide your body, Mika. Not from me,” he warns darkly. His eyes shift to something beside me, and he transfers my wrists to hold them both in one strong hand as he reaches for whatever it is that catches his eye.

“What are you—” My heart leaps into my throat when I spot the nylon lead rope he unravels from a bucket and starts to twine around my wrists. “Alfie, what are you doing?” I hiss, anxiety tightening around my chest. I’m topless in a tack room where anyone could walk in, and as Alfie guides my wrists over my head, I’m terrified that’s exactly what might happen.

“I want to see every last inch of you.”

His low voice sends a shiver up my spine, and the soft fabric of the lead snakes across my skin, hardening my nipples more. He gives a tug on something over my head, and when I glance up, I find my makeshift restraints have been cinched to a bridle rack above me.

“Alfie,” I hiss more urgently, flicking my eyes toward the door. “What if someone comes in?”

“My men won’t let that happen without my permission,” he says, a wicked smile curling his lips as he shrugs out of his suit jacket. He tosses it casually over a vacant saddle rack, removes his tie, lays it across the jacket, then undoes several buttons on his dress shirt before rolling the sleeves up to his elbows.

Heart hammering against my ribs, I bite my lip in an effort to stay quiet. But when Alfie drops to one knee before me, his hands trailinga searing bath down the exposed flesh of my arms to palm my breasts, my breathing kicks up a notch. His long fingers roll the taut peaks of my nipples before he flicks them lightly, forcing a moan past my throat. I quiver as my arousal wars with my anxiety over getting caught, creating an unexpected thrill that tightens my core.

Then his warm lips wrap around one hardened point, his tongue soothing the momentary pain from his fingers. I’ve never had anyone tie me up before, and it’s shockingly arousing—the lack of control, the knowledge that he can do whatever he wants with me.

His lips shift to my other breast, and the sudden lack of heat makes the first nipple feel tight and oversensitive. By the time he traps it between his finger and thumb once more, every slight, teasing twist sends electric jolts zinging up my spine.

“Alfie!” I whimper. This time it sounds more like a plea because I don’t know how I’m supposed to stay quiet while all I want to do is scream.

He releases my second nipple with a pop that makes my stomach clench, and I gasp as my back arches involuntarily off the tack room wall to follow his lips. His smirk is molten as he looks up the length of my body to meet my eyes. He rises slowly, and towering over me, he captures my jaw between his fingers, tilting my head up to kiss me once more.

His tongue teases the seam of my lips, urging them open, and I moan as I give in. It feels so good to be desired, and the way Alfie takes what he wants is exhilarating. Now that I’ve seen a softer side to him, witnessed his protective instincts, it’s harder to see him as just another rich asshole who’s just going to take advantage of me. That makes my attraction to him so much harder to resist—especially when he has me tied up and half-naked.

Crowding me against the tack room wall as his lips stay sealed against mine, Alfie reaches between us, his fingers curling around the front of my jeans. My heart stutters as he flicks the button open and slowly lowers the zipper. Heat squirms in my core, and I can’t seem to catch my breath as I realize he intends to take this further.

Just how far will he go?

His men are standing right outside the door. The jockeys and hands aren’t far down the aisle. I have no clue how soundproof this room might be, and the thought of someone hearing us sets my skin on fire. I would be mortified if anyone knew what we’re doing, and at the same time, it sends a thrill through my body—to be doing something so intimate in a place where anyone could find out.

Alfie’s thumbs hook inside the waist of my jeans, and inch by inch, he drags them over the curve of my hips as he strips me naked. He takes my panties with them as he drags the tight, durable fabric of my pants down to the floor. Removing my barn boot at the same time, Alfie relieves me of every scrap of clothing, and I shiver as I stand naked and exposed before him.

He’s still wearing his designer Italian dress clothes, while I’m on full display.

“God, you’re fucking perfect, aren’t you?” he says softly, his eyes devouring every inch of my nakedness as he stands.

“What do you intend to do to me?” I breathe, my heart skipping a beat as he closes the distance between us.

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