seductive climb that made her draw in her breath even as she watched, fascinated. His hand crossed her knee and spread and she placed her own over it, arresting the movement out of an instinct of self-preservation. Possessively, he kept the contact there. His voice grew throaty. ‘It wouldn’t make a difference to the way you feel when I touch you. Nor affect the way
I
feel when you devour me with your eyes.’ He smiled wickedly at her shocked gasp. ‘Oh yes, you do.’
‘You know everything about me. I have no idea…’ Her protest was weakened by breathlessness.
The knowing sherry gaze hooked her, as heady as wine, but his expression was serious. ‘We won’t be kids indulging a momentary impulse, Saira. We go into this with our eyes open. You’ve had a bad experience of whatever people call love. You don’t want marriage again. At least not so soon…
‘If you want to know something important about me, let’s just say I’ve tried attachment at one point in my life and found it as sour an experience as you have.’
She tried to assimilate that. Rihaan in love. Was that why he had left Rajasthan? Come to find his fortune in the tricky cinematic world? She tried to think. To imagine how it had been for him. But with him so nearby, thebalmy breeze blowing against her, bringing his warmth to her, thinking was a lost cause.
Rihaan said, his voice low, almost curt, ‘I’m not the easiest person to get along with so I’m not a worthwhile option if you want something long-term. But if all you want is a bed partner, I can promise you one thing. And that is… pleasure.’ His voice caressed the word, rolling it slowly off his tongue. ‘If you want a sample…’ His grip tightened on her thigh, sending shockwaves through her as he leaned in way too close. Somehow, she was pressed back on the towel, her body trapped beneath his. Her pulses hammered. Wind shifted over her, over too sensitised skin, then the air was gone as his body covered hers. Firm male lips touched the base of her neck. Cool, because her skin was hot, frenzied hot as his mouth traced the path from the vulnerable line of her throat to her jaw to her lips.
She nearly groaned at the delay, revelling as he neared his target. Her thoughts went haywire, her mind hazed as she waited for the completion of his kiss.
Pecks. He gave her little pecks that tantalised and made her blood race. Made her lips want to cling to his. Torturing, teasing, he delayed the contact, heightening her anticipation. He nibbled her earlobe, sending shivers stealing over her skin. Yes, he promised pleasure. A deluge of it.
She moaned in protest and he finally ended the torture. Or began it. Their mouths fused and a rush of pleasure surged into her, flooding her veins, reaching every nerve ending. His kiss was everything she wanted it to be. More. It was wine and headiness. A soft torture deepening into an abyss of pleasure that only made the ache inside her sharpen. Her body become more aware of what he promised and what she had been missing.
He groaned, his hand stealing upward, finding the curve of her breast. His palm covered it and she gasped, sensation clenching low in her body as he moved his thumb unerringlyover the nub. Shivers rocked her and settled into a knot in her belly as she moaned her need aloud, fingers trapping into his hair, stroking down over his nape. She clung to him as though she couldn’t ever let go. Hungrily absorbing the feel of his skin.
In a minute she’d be completely undone. Even now the urge to cast every barrier aside and go with him over the edge was furiously pumping in her bloodstream, pounding with every heartbeat, suffusing every cell.
Somehow she pulled away from him. Only a vestige of sanity remained. Breathless and disheveled, she came up as he shifted away.
Dark gold eyes held her gaze, potent like vintage wine. She shook away the temptation—the burning craving—to slide back into his arms and forget whatever existed beyond
I
feel when you devour me with your eyes.’ He smiled wickedly at her shocked gasp. ‘Oh yes, you do.’
‘You know everything about me. I have no idea…’ Her protest was weakened by breathlessness.
The knowing sherry gaze hooked her, as heady as wine, but his expression was serious. ‘We won’t be kids indulging a momentary impulse, Saira. We go into this with our eyes open. You’ve had a bad experience of whatever people call love. You don’t want marriage again. At least not so soon…
‘If you want to know something important about me, let’s just say I’ve tried attachment at one point in my life and found it as sour an experience as you have.’
She tried to assimilate that. Rihaan in love. Was that why he had left Rajasthan? Come to find his fortune in the tricky cinematic world? She tried to think. To imagine how it had been for him. But with him so nearby, thebalmy breeze blowing against her, bringing his warmth to her, thinking was a lost cause.
Rihaan said, his voice low, almost curt, ‘I’m not the easiest person to get along with so I’m not a worthwhile option if you want something long-term. But if all you want is a bed partner, I can promise you one thing. And that is… pleasure.’ His voice caressed the word, rolling it slowly off his tongue. ‘If you want a sample…’ His grip tightened on her thigh, sending shockwaves through her as he leaned in way too close. Somehow, she was pressed back on the towel, her body trapped beneath his. Her pulses hammered. Wind shifted over her, over too sensitised skin, then the air was gone as his body covered hers. Firm male lips touched the base of her neck. Cool, because her skin was hot, frenzied hot as his mouth traced the path from the vulnerable line of her throat to her jaw to her lips.
She nearly groaned at the delay, revelling as he neared his target. Her thoughts went haywire, her mind hazed as she waited for the completion of his kiss.
Pecks. He gave her little pecks that tantalised and made her blood race. Made her lips want to cling to his. Torturing, teasing, he delayed the contact, heightening her anticipation. He nibbled her earlobe, sending shivers stealing over her skin. Yes, he promised pleasure. A deluge of it.
She moaned in protest and he finally ended the torture. Or began it. Their mouths fused and a rush of pleasure surged into her, flooding her veins, reaching every nerve ending. His kiss was everything she wanted it to be. More. It was wine and headiness. A soft torture deepening into an abyss of pleasure that only made the ache inside her sharpen. Her body become more aware of what he promised and what she had been missing.
He groaned, his hand stealing upward, finding the curve of her breast. His palm covered it and she gasped, sensation clenching low in her body as he moved his thumb unerringlyover the nub. Shivers rocked her and settled into a knot in her belly as she moaned her need aloud, fingers trapping into his hair, stroking down over his nape. She clung to him as though she couldn’t ever let go. Hungrily absorbing the feel of his skin.
In a minute she’d be completely undone. Even now the urge to cast every barrier aside and go with him over the edge was furiously pumping in her bloodstream, pounding with every heartbeat, suffusing every cell.
Somehow she pulled away from him. Only a vestige of sanity remained. Breathless and disheveled, she came up as he shifted away.
Dark gold eyes held her gaze, potent like vintage wine. She shook away the temptation—the burning craving—to slide back into his arms and forget whatever existed beyond
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