If he knows what he's doing to her, Mika doesn't show it at all- although the way her body is pushing back at him and her hips are shifting against him must tell him something. This time, his hands come to rest on her breasts quite deliberately, his palms brushing her erect nipples back and forth, fanning the fire in her belly and the butterflies to new heights, then let go of her with what seems an almost satisfied noise. She feels and hears him take a deep breath as he presses himself against her, then feels his lips brush over her ear. Her mind is swirling, and the only clear thoughts she has right now involves wondering what the source of that deep musk feels and tastes like. "Need help with that strange feeling?" He asks in a low whisper, lips still brushing over her ear.