Temporary Bride

Chapter Thirteen

It was some time later that Erika came up, and she walked in after the most brief tap on her door.

"You seem to enjoy living on the edge of danger," she bit out at once. "Am I to take it that there was a..."

"You can take it however you like!" Mika answered angrily. "Your grandfather is a very rude man. If you think that I am going to put up with his bullying as well as yours, then think again!"

"Bullying?" The blonde asked amused. "He was just a little stunned. But he took to you at once when you stood up to him."

"I couldn't care less!" Mika snapped. "I am here because of a deal... and I will stay. But I really don't care what anyone thinks or does!"

"Really?" Erika was suddenly towering over her, and some of the defiance left her face. "Then you will not care what I will do, will you?"

"No, I won't!" Mika flared.

"In that case, don't mind this..." Erika grated, pulling her wife into her arms and capturing her lips at once."

Mika was too angry to be bewitched and she fought wildly. Erika simply held her, her lips hard on hers until she had fought herself to a standstill... her breath no more than shallow murmurs against her wife's mouth.

It was too late to beg for mercy. Defiance brought its own rules, and she had laid down those rules herself. She felt that Erika won't listen to any pleas. Her head lowered slowly to hers, and as her lips began to explore her flushed face, the hard arms relaxed to gentleness.

"I am not hurting you, Mika." Erika murmured against her lips, and she had to admit to herself that she was not. She was soothing, drugging... and she totally forgot to hate her wife... her wild fight far away, drifting from the back of her mind into oblivion.

When the blonde's lips closed over hers one more time, her mouth opened sweetly and her tongue teased the inner warmth of it until her breath was merely a moan of pleasure. She had no idea that they were close to her bed until Erika moved back, taking her with her, her lips teasing hers as she murmured worriedly.

"It is alright, baby," she said against her lips. "Don't fight me."

She remembered then that she should be fighting. But the American's searching hand moved beneath her soft, bright shirt to cup and mould her breast... and she forgot again as her fingers stroked its peak to hard arousal. Everything was pleasure... a spiraling delight that grew into frenzy as her lips followed her fingers to taste gently and then deeply as she pushed her shirt high and grasped her small waist with determined hands.

"Erika, no!" Her wild cry had the blonde's head lifting, her blue eyes feverishly on hers before her lips... hot and demanding, silenced her cry. For a moment she melted, everything forgotten now, and her acquiescence was accepted at once as Erika's hand slid over her flat stomach to tug impatiently at her belt.

It was this impatience that awakened Mika's instinct of self-preservation. Her mind noticed that she was no longer gentle, and that word alone alerted her.

"Of course I'm gentle! I am seducing you."

Memory raced across her mind, and she rolled away from the blonde so swiftly that the latter was taken by surprise. She was on her feet looking at the Caucasian in horror before the latter recovered from the shock of her action.

Erika said nothing. She simply sat up, blue eyes intent on the other woman's pale face. She slowly stod up and tower over her wife.

"Next time, Mika," she breathe thickly. "I will take you. Nobody teases me."