Page 37 of That Same Old Love

Not realizing that his mood had shifted to a grim one, Mahi grinned at him. “Not unless you are offering to change my clothes for me.” And when he didn’t answer her, she decided to tease him further. “Actually, I’m going to just take my top off and sleep. So leave now, if you don’t want a show… Or maybe you do want to see the show… ” she said with a flirtatious smile.

“Mahi, stop it,” he growled. “Stop taunting me with your innuendos. They are not funny anymore.”

Mahi’s smile dropped as she felt the tension and awareness grow rapidly. She didn’t know if the tingling sensation in her body was due to Samrat’s nearness or because of the medication. But from the past five nights, the sight of him and her attraction to him, kept her lying awake.

She wanted him. Not as some gentle romantic companion to talk to, or to hold hands with, but in the most basic primitive sense.

“I’m not taunting you Samrat… or maybe I was. I don’t know. But I do know that I’m attracted to you.”

He looked angry at her confession.

Slowly, he came towards the bed to sit next to her. “Stop,” he warned softly. “Stop playing with fire. If you have any idea about what I would do to you, if I took you up on your offer, you’ll run away screaming. So stop it.”

Any other time, she would have laughed and made a smart ass comment. But right then, she was mesmerized by the look on his face and the electricity crackling around them.

“Stop it,” he gritted at her stare.

Taking a deep breath, she dared him. “Make me,” she said.

She stared in fascination as his strong square jaw clenched tightly. His hands were fisted, as though he was trying very hard not to jump on her, and attack her like a hungry animal.

“You need to come with a warning sign!” he growled.

The next moment their lips crashed together.

Mahi had caught his decorative duppatta and pulled him towards her. She was kissing him. Nibbling his lips like he was the decadent dessert they had shared earlier.

Samrat kissed her back, and then pushed her on the bed to move on top of her. She gasped as her head hit the pillow and stared up at him. He was lying on top of her, balancing his weight on his elbows, and watching her intently.

They continued to stare at each other silently while their breaths sped up.

Slowly she raised a finger, and then traced it over his eyebrow scar, and then his cheekbone, and then his jaw. And just before she could reach his lips, he lowered his head and kissed her again. And this time in an open mouthed kiss. She clutched hishair using both her hands, and pulled him even closer, while their tongues tangled and clashed, and their lips fused.

His hands cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples through the layers of cloth, making her gasp into his mouth, wanting more.

She dragged her mouth away from his and shoved at his shoulders to push him off her. Confused and dazed, he slowly raised his torso to look at her. Watching him, she unhooked her bra and slowly pulled it out from one of her sleeves, exposing more of herself. His eyes lowered, and then flared hungrily as soon as he saw her aroused breasts, tempting him through the almost transparent damp cloth.

She arched greedily, tempting him further. He moved lower and cupped her breasts in his hands and then squeezed them gently and felt their shape. Lowering his head, he bit her nipple gently through her dress. But when she made frustrated noises and moved restlessly under him, he bit harder and then began to suck vigorously. She moaned loudly in mindless pleasure, and her hands clutched his hair to drag him even closer. His mouth paid the same attention to her other breast, teasing and petting first, and then biting and sucking the way she wanted.

She tried to drag him up for a kiss, missing his mouth, but he resisted. And instead he began to move up slowly. He pulled back her hair with one hand to expose her neck, and then dragged his hot and rough tongue over the length in one long lick, making her shiver and pant under him. And then he began to alternately bite and suck her neck, until she squirmed restlessly.

He finally moved up to join her lips in another long hard open mouthed kiss. He kept kissing her because he couldn’t stop himself, all the while squeezing, pinching and then caressing her breasts.

She clutched his shoulders hard and raised her hips to rub herself against his arousal, creating a friction that drove them both crazy. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she wrenched her mouth away from his and then leaned closer.

“Hurry… Samrat,” she whispered into his ear before tugging his earlobe with her teeth.

He shuddered. And his hands trembled while trying to decide on whether to pull up her dress gently, or to tear it from her body like he wanted, before giving in to the passion that they both desperately craved.

Just then his phone rang loudly in his pocket and they both froze. They stared at each other, their loud breaths coming out hard and fast, while the phone continued to ring, until it finally stopped after several seconds.

He closed his eyes to break their eye contact and rested his forehead on the pillow next to her. He tried to get control of his body that was hurting and screaming for a release.

After an indeterminate amount of time, he slowly raised his head to look at her. She was staring at something. When his eyes followed the direction of her stare, he noticed that his hands were still clutching her breasts over the wet spots left behind by his eager mouth.

With a vicious curse, he jerked his hands away and rolled off her to spring up from the bed as though it was on fire.

“I need to… get back to the party. You are on pain medications and I… I got carried away.”

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