Page 44 of Bad At Love

He nodded. “I promised myself I wouldn’t overwhelm you.”

She clasped his smooth cheeks and nuzzled her nose against his. Tender, fragile ropes irrevocably tying her heart to his. “Will you kiss me, DP? Please.”

Leaning in, he coaxed her lips apart. This second meeting was gentle, soft, but just as earth-shattering as the first.

In reverent, licking sips, he drank from her mouth, as if drawing her very essence out of her. And Chaaru knew that no other man could touch her crusted heart like he did. Wrapping her arms around his back, she fell into him, giving up the fight with herself. Giving in.

As if sensing her surrender, he deepened the kiss. God, how well he read her.

They clung to each other, mouths meeting and parting, rocking from side to side, caught in a bubble of their own.

Until her stomach growled loudly.

Moonlight touching his broad cheeks, DP’s smile was a pure spark of joy. “That sounded…angry.”

“I feel like an irresponsible teenager,” Chaaru said, hiding her face in his neck. “Youhave completely taken over my head and body. It’s the first time in my life that food has taken second place.”

“We’ll take care of it immediately,” DP said, patting her back. Again, letting her hide when she needed to. “I can’t have you fainting in the middle of a hard fuck. Or getting distracted by the idea of a burger when you should be paying attention to my cock.” He swiveled his hips, and his erection branded her belly.

She gasped, feeling that emptiness between her thighs. His demands now had a straight line to her pussy. “Mona will kill me if we ditch the games but I’m willing to go behind-”

“I’m only stuffing you with my cock once you’re stuffed with food,” he said, in a voice that sent shivers down her spine.

“That’s just going to give me a food baby,” she whined, patting her belly.

“And you think that will put me off? Sweetheart, your hair could fall out tomorrow, or you could grow a third tit and I’ll still be into you. Although a third tit might be interesting.” Leaning in, he licked her lower lip before pulling it between his teeth.

She jerked, flames licking at her skin. With a satisfied gleam that made her want to climb him, he released her lip. Her legs and arms felt extraneous to the raw need pulsing through her.

DP made sure she plopped down on a lounger before he queued up at the food tables. Apparently, everyone had the same idea after their energetic dancing.

The sky was inky dark now, the lights casting alluring shadows as couples swayed and parted. Dom and Mona were still slow dancing, lost to each other. On her other side, she spied Kash dancing with a tall white woman she’d met at the spa yesterday. Mere steps from her, Diego glared daggers at her, even as he danced with a woman himself.

Beneath his icy gaze though, Chaaru spied pure longing that he couldn’t quite hide.

Her curiosity deepened as she looked at them again. She knew a little of their history—that Diego had abandoned Kash’s younger sister when she’d been fallen pregnant at nineteen with Tia and Kash had never forgiven him for it. But clearly, he was here now and in Kash’s own words, was trying to play an active role in Tia’s life.

Across the pool, Mona’s eyes met Chaaru’s and she nodded. Obviously, she had also noticed the blazing hot chemistry between Kash and Diego. Even if it was spiced with a pinch of hatred.

For just a second, Chaaru considered going up to Kash and demanding to know what was going on. One look at the brainy bombshell told her she was aware of Diego’s gaze on her and was playing him on purpose. Chaaru decided against interfering, knowing Kash would confide in them when she was ready.

Honestly, she was barely equipped to give advice on matters of heart when she’d run from her own emotions for so long. And now that she was realizing what she could have with DP, the days were counting down at an alarming rate.

She watched him walk towards her, a thousand words on her lips.

Laden with paneer and fish kebabs, fresh fruit, and two crystal flutes shimmering with bubbles, the tray he brought back was a veritable feast.

“Gimme,” she said, reaching for the champagne.

Holding it away, DP grinned. “Food first, alcohol later.”

For a big man, he moved with deftness as he settled himself behind her on the lounger, his thick thighs straddling hers. One arm around her waist, his big palm covered her belly, while he fed her with the other.

Leaning into him, Chaaru gave into the utter decadence of her every need being met. Every time his fingers came near her mouth, she sucked the digit in and wrapped her tongue around it. Soon, she could feel his thick erection nudging up against her buttock. She wriggled, rubbing against him.

“Jesus, you’re a tease,” he said, his mouth on her neck.

“I want to please you,” she whispered, meeting his molten gaze over her shoulder.

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