Tomorrow: Kingsley series book 1

by Haylee Thorne

  “And, I’d like you to come with me.”

  Saying something in the heat of the moment is one thing, following through is a whole other ball game. I have never invited a guy home before and now that I am sitting in the car next to Mika en route to my place I am, quite frankly, freaking out. It’s not that I don’t want this—hell, I cannot remember ever wanting anything more—But I’m nervous. I can count on one hand how many times I have had sex and still have fingers left. What if I disappoint him? What if I don’t like it again? Maybe I’m just not cut out for this.

  Maybe I am frigid and indifferent like Austin, my ex-boyfriend, says I am. Then again, my body never reacted to Austin—or anyone for that matter—like it has been reacting to Mika. I want him. I want this. Mika seems to sense my inner upheaval because he unbuckles himself and scoots closer, wrapping his arm around me. The moment his body makes contact with mine, I know that Austin was wrong about me. The things I want Mika to do to me, the things I want to do to him, the thoughts I am having…these are definitely not the thoughts of a cold and distant frigid bitch—as he liked to put it.

  When Mika touches me, no matter how innocently, my insides sing. Maybe Mika is just what I need. I have never enjoyed sex or even wanted to have it. Before tonight, it was all about pleasing or rather, appeasing, my lying and cheating ex-boyfriend. I had given him my virginity, which was the most horrific experience of my life, and after that I didn’t think I would ever want another man to touch me. Now I feel as if I would die if Mika’s hands don’t explore my body.

  For a moment we just sit in silence and Mika gently presses his lips on the top of my head. We pull up in my driveway and my heart is beating in my throat. I take a deep breath and tell myself to get it together. Mika gracefully exits the vehicle and holds out his hand to assist me. I take his hand, every single fiber of my being coming to attention. His devastating blue eyes have not left mine as he walks backward to my front door, eyes boring into mine as he bites his perfectly sculpted lip. The man is so ridiculously sexy, it shouldn’t be legal. Although I can’t think straight, somewhere in the back of my mind I realize I need to get my keys out of my purse. I clumsily feel around for them, not wanting to break the intense connection by breaking eye contact. It seems to take forever before I finally find them. I don’t think that I have ever been so happy to find my keys, yet at the same time I hate it because in order to open the door I must tear my eyes away from his.

  “Are you sure about this, Raeva? Do you want this?” Mika asks me, his beautiful face watching mine intently as he awaits my response.

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  I don’t even get the chance to attempt to open the door. Mika takes the keys out of my hands, swiftly picks me up, and throws me over his shoulder.

  “Mika!” I yelp out loud before bursting into a fit of giggles.

  “You made your choice, gorgeous. You are mine now,” he growls.

  He quite literally storms through my front door and kicks it shut. As if he has been here many times before, he immediately walks into my living room. He stalks over to my couch and deposits me onto it. I look up at him as he hovers above me, loosening his tie. My breathing is matching his and is out of control. Dear lord, he hasn’t even touched me yet but as soon as he flashes me that wicked grin of his and combined with the hungry look in his eyes, my panties grow wet in an instant. In a flash his mouth finds mine and our tongues collide, frantically licking and sucking at each other. He’s not just kissing me. The man is fucking my mouth with his tongue, taking charge of me, commanding me, showing me, without a shadow of a doubt, that he is the one in control here. His mouth leaves mine for only a heartbeat and I feel bereft, but then I feel his gloriously talented mouth kissing, licking, and biting my neck.

  “You are so beautiful, Raeva,” he murmurs against my throat. “I want to taste every single inch of you. I want to taste that sweet little pussy and feel it quiver against my tongue as I make you come again and again.”

  I gasp as I feel him hike up my dress and rip off my tiny panties in one fluid motion. He does it with such ease that you’d think he just ripped a piece of paper. And the dirty things he is saying. Holy shit—it shouldn’t turn me on like this, but fuck if it doesn’t make me crazy with desire. Mika sinks to his knees. Oh god. Is he going to? I’m naked from the waist down and I feel mortified. No one has ever been this close to my private parts before. I watch him lick his lips.

  “Mika…wait…I’ve never…nobody’s ever…” The words die on my lips. I’m too mortified to utter them.

  Mika’s eyes widen slightly. “Nobody has ever tasted your sweet pussy?” he asks, voice laced with disbelief.

  I feel myself flush with embarrassment, a little because of the bluntness of his words, but mostly because of my now very obvious inexperience. I can’t find the nerve to answer so I shake my head no. My confession is rewarded with that heart-stopping-sexy-as-hell grin of his.

  “Oh Sweet Pea, you just made me a very happy man. I’m about to show you how grateful I am to be the very first one to have that honor,” he purrs.

  He positions himself in front of my core, spreading my legs wider and throwing one of my thighs over his shoulder. I whimper as he slides his finger up and down my sensitive folds.

  “Oh baby, so ready for me already,” he mutters.

  He inhales a sharp breath.

  “Look at how wet you are for me,” he marvels.

  When he buries his face against my sex I gasp for air, desperately gripping the couch for support. His very clever mouth is leisurely licking and sucking my tender flesh—dear god this feels amazing—and I soon forget my initial embarrassment. I don’t think it can feel any better. As soon as that thought flies through my brain Mika immediately proves me wrong. His very talented tongue finds my bundle of nerves and starts flicking against it, gently at first but slowly picking up intensity and increasing the agonizingly sweet pressure. He plunges his tongue inside me. Oh my god. I cannot help the load moan that escapes my throat.

  “Yes, Sweet Pea, let me hear you,” he growls against my sex.

  He drives his tongue deeper and deeper into me. I’m drowning in the pleasure that surges through me. He’s devouring me with his mouth, driving me to the brink. Oh fuck—he thrusts two fingers deep inside of me, curling his fingers into the right spot and making beckoning motions that cause me to writhe underneath his expert touch. His tongue pays equal attention to my clit, sucking and flicking against it, while he fucks me skillfully with his fingers. My body seems to have a mind of its own and starts to roll up in an effort to feel him closer.

  “Oh baby, you are so tight, so wet, so perfect,” he murmurs.

  I feel the tightening starting in my belly. It’s hard to describe the feeling building up from my core but I feel myself starting to come apart at the seams.

  “Look at me, Sweet Pea. I want to look into those beautiful eyes when you come for me.” I arch my back, trying to absorb the involuntary convulsions. He takes no pity on me as he increases the pace and laps harder.

  “Come for me, Raeva,” he commands before taking that bundle of nerves between his lips and sucking voraciously.

  I unravel then, loudly screaming his name as I come apart harder than I have ever come before, my eyes locked onto those devastatingly beautiful irises of his. I’m bucking almost violently beneath him, riding out the waves of the glorious orgasm Mika just bestowed upon me.

  “Oh that’s a fucking stunning sight, Sweet Pea. Let’s do that again,” he smirks.

  He doesn’t take any prisoners and instead goes straight back to business. In one fluid motion, he pulls my dress over my head.

  “So incredibly beautiful,” he murmurs. I’m left in nothing but my gorgeous stilettos and lacy black bra as he gazes upon me and lays me beneath him.

  “I need to have you on a bed. Where is your bedroom?”

  I point in the general direction and without a word, Mika scoops me up from the couch and wraps my legs around h
im as he carries me into my bedroom. He gently puts me down on my bed.

  “Take off your bra, baby.”

  My eyes widen slightly. I can’t explain why I still feel so embarrassed after what we just did.

  “Take it off now,” he demands.

  Mesmerized by the sight of this beautiful man disrobing in front of me I oblige, not once taking my eyes of him.

  “Oh yes, just as I thought, perfect tits,” he murmurs.

  He slips out of his shirt and casts it carelessly to the floor as he divulges his magnificent chest. Sweet Jesus, what a sight. He unbuckles his pants and casually drops them, revealing his thick, muscular legs. He is left standing before me in a tight pair of boxer briefs, although practically bursting out of them would be a more accurate assessment. I swallow hard. Holy fuck. It is as if all my Christmases have come at once. Judging from what I’ve felt on the few occasions that he has grinded up against me I knew the man was blessed in that department.. However, I had no idea just how blessed he was. He notices my reaction, I’m very sure of it. Because his eyes burn into mine as he rids himself of his boxer briefs. His very beautiful, thick, and long erection springs free and his eyes are twinkling with mischief. I bite my lip, hard, trying to stifle the incoherent squeal that escapes me. I obviously only succeed in slightly muffling the noise.

  “You like what you see, Sweet Pea?” he croons as he slides both hands up and down his impressive length.

  He stalks closer and gently pushes me down onto the bed so that he can join me. He kisses me urgently, passionately, and hungrily. I can taste myself as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. I’m surprised by how sexy this feels, tasting myself as he assaults my senses with his kiss. All too soon his mouth leaves mine and starts trailing down my neck. He cups my breasts, squeezing and kneading them with just the right amount of force. By the time he takes my nipple into his mouth I am going wild with my need for him. I feel him and all his glory pressing against my thigh. I’m desperate to feel him inside me, all off him.

  “Mika…please,” I breathe, as I grind my hips against him.

  I feel him smirking against my skin.

  “Tell me what you want, Raeva. All you have to do is ask,” he purrs.

  Oh the bastard is going to make me say it. I let out a frustrated groan. Mika just chuckles at my reaction.

  “Tell me, Sweet Pea.” he demands.

  “And you better be sure Sweet Pea, because once I claim that gorgeous pussy of yours it’ll be mine.”

  Holy shit.

  His hand snakes down my stomach and he palms my sex, applying just enough pressure to elicit a moan from me.

  “Please…I want you inside of me…I need you to fuck me, Mika,” I manage to say hoarsely.

  “Oh baby, your wish is my command,” he growls.

  I hear the ripping of a foil packet and within seconds he’s on top of me, pushing my legs apart and aligning himself with my opening.

  “I’m going to give you what you asked for, Sweet Pea. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even remember your own name.”

  He enters me slowly and I gasp. He’s so big.

  “Fuck me,” he hisses against my neck.

  “You feel incredible, Raeva. So perfect.”

  He slowly pushes in further until he has filled me all the way to the hilt. He stops for a moment.

  “Look at me. I want you to see what you do to me, baby.”

  My eyes snap up at him and our eyes lock once more. He pulls out just as slowly as he entered, touching every nerve inside of me before slamming back into me ferociously. I cry out in pleasure. He continues to slam into me with fierce strokes, hitting just the right spot deep inside of me. It feels so intense; it’s taking everything I have not to close my eyes. I rock against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, as he drives deeper and harder into me with each savage stroke.

  “You. Feel. So. Goddamn. Amazing,” he grunts.

  All too soon I feel the quickening deep in my core, my orgasm building with delicious passion.

  “Yes, Sweet Pea, I can feel how close you are. Give it to me,” he growls.

  His words are my undoing. I fall apart beneath him, trembling and shivering all over, his name falling loudly from my lips as I clench tightly around him. I’m consumed by my climax and he follows moments later, emptying himself deep inside me.

  “Fuck yes, Raeva,” he groans loudly as he rides out his orgasm.

  Mika collapses on top of me, leaning his forehead against mine as we both try to calm our erratic breathing. I look up into his devastating eyes and smile at him shyly.

  “You look sensational when you come.”

  I stifle a gasp by biting my lip.

  “I knew it would be good between us Sweet Pea but I never could have dreamed that it would be this perfect. Your flawless little pussy was made for me,” he whispers.

  I feel the heat in my cheeks and roll onto my side in an attempt to get away from him. “After what we just did together my words embarrass you?” he asks, clearly amused.

  I bite the inside of my cheek and frown slightly. He chuckles and pulls me closer against him.

  “I don’t know where you think you’re going but if you think that I am done with you, you have another thing coming.”

  I look at him with a wide-eyed expression.

  “You can go again? After that?” I blurt out.

  In a split second I’m flipped on to my back, Mika looming over me, pinning me down. His eyes are blazing and boring into mine. He flashes me a lopsided grin as he grinds against me, letting me feel just how ready he is to go.

  “You can bet that gorgeous ass of yours that I will be fucking you until you’re raw and can’t remember anything except my name. You will scream my name, over and over and over. Every. Single. Time. I. Make. You. Come.”

  Holy Shit.

  His words spark something in me, setting me ablaze.

  “Is that a promise or a threat, Mr. Kingsley?” I croak.

  “You better believe that it’s a promise, Sweet Pea,” he growls.

  And right now, in this moment, I have no doubt in my mind that he’ll deliver on that promise.

  I find myself staring at this beautiful creature sleeping in my arms. She looks so peaceful and innocent, yet at the same time she’s the sexiest little thing I’ve ever seen. Last night—shit, we were still at it mere hours ago—was…mind-blowing. She wiggles that perfect little body against me and I’m immediately rock hard. She sighs softly and then her lips curl into the sweetest smile. She looks so stunning right now; she takes my breath away. I gently wrap a lock of her hair around my finger. She’s not like the others, I knew that going in. I can’t remember ever doing anything more than flashing a smile to get a woman to spread her legs for me. Not Raeva though. I chuckle when I think about the lengths I’ve gone through to not only impress this woman, but get near her. She has no idea. Hell, it was like I didn’t have a choice. This woman weaves some powerful magic. I can’t seem to take my eyes off her. Where is my urge to sneak out before she wakes up? What is wrong with me? What the fuck? Why am I acting like a lovestruck teenager? I got what I wanted didn’t I? She should be out of my system by now, but instead it’s taking every ounce of self-restraint not to bury myself in that tailor-made-for-me pussy of hers. But that’s the thing, isn’t it? I didn’t just want to fuck her. I want her, all of her. Not just her magnificent body. Her. And if there was any lingering doubt about that which, let’s face it, there isn’t—last night has proven without a shadow of a doubt that hell has frozen over!

  This is going to be a problem. This can’t happen to me; I am not the type of guy that does relationships. I should leave before she wakes up. I should leave before things get ugly and complicated. Why the fuck am I still lying here, holding her, staring at her stunning face? I tear my eyes away from her and scan the room. I see my pants in a pile on the floor right where I dropped them and force myself to get up. I slide out of bed effortlessly without so much as arousing he
r—a skill I’ve acquired through years of practice. I jump into my clothes and retrieve my cell from my pocket. I text Sean, who as it turns out is already waiting for me outside.

  “That man needs a raise,” I mumble quietly to myself.

  Not that he doesn’t get a generous salary as it is, but the man is worth every penny. For some unfathomable reason, I feel the need to kiss her goodbye. I silently make my way to the bed and hover above her. I watch her lips curl into a sweet smile and right then I feel my resolve weakening. I don’t want to leave. My phone vibrating against my chest nudges me out of my thoughts. Hardwick’s name flashes on the screen. It’s not even six a.m., this better be fucking important. Decision made though, time to go. I tiptoe out of her bedroom and make my way to her front door. Why am I stalling? I open the door and the crisp morning air greets me. I step outside and walk toward Sean, who is already waiting with the passenger door opened.

  “Good morning, Sean.”

  “Good morning, Mr. Kingsley.”

  I reach the car but I really don’t feel like getting in. I can’t get her out of my mind and I’m still on her driveway.

  “Sean?”

  “Sir?”

  “I need you to run a few errands for me this morning,” I say as I type out a short list and hit send.

  “I’ve sent you the list of what I need done.”

  “No problem, Mr. Kingsley.”

  “And I think I’ll walk home this morning.”

  Sean cocks his head as he regards me. He opens his mouth to reply but seemingly changes his mind at the last second and just nods his head as he shuts the door. As I walk home I start thinking about the day I laid eyes on her…

  I cannot listen to these fucking annoying sounds for another second. These machines that she’s hooked up to are driving me to the brink of insanity. After nine days of this crap I’ve had enough. It’s been yet another sleepless night. I can’t stand feeling helpless. I don’t do helpless. I make things happen, dammit. Why the hell won’t she wake up? Just looking at her, laying there, weak, a shell of the fiery woman that she is. And there is not a damn thing I can do about it. This room is depressing too; I need to get her out of here. Fuck, I need to get out of here. I need to stretch my legs. The curt knock on the door drags me out of my thoughts. For fuck’s sake, it’s that nurse. Again. She smiles brightly when she sees me.