Page 50 of That Same Old Love

“I can’t do this. This doesn’t feel right,” he said.

Mahi blinked and then stared at him in shock and felt her body get icy cold.

“You can’t?” she asked him numbly, slowly removing her arms from around him.

Samrat looked at her blank expression. “No. You don’t understand. What I meant was that I can’t do this tonight, Mahi. You are not in the right state of mind.”

She wasn’t looking at him or even listening to him. After dinner with her family and now with Samrat’s rejection, the feelings she tried very hard to overcome through the years surged back, feelings of being unwanted, unloved, and unloveable.

“You don’t want me.”

He looked at her in frustration and shook his head. “No. That’s not what I said. I said your feelings were hurt tonight—”

Mahi glared at him. “Well, aren’t you the noble one. Turning down an easy lay, just because of my hurtfeelings,” she taunted him, laughing sarcastically.

“Stop it. You know damn well that I want you. You can see and also feel the evidence of my need right in front of your eyes. For our first time, you should want me. As desperately as I want you, and not because you are trying to forget something or are upset about something,” he said firmly.

She shook her head in disbelief. “What? I’m not upset. And I do want you desperately—”

“No you don’t. At least not tonight. Let’s wait until the morning,” he said, even while his eyes kept roving over her body hungrily.

She was getting frustrated. “Oh my god. I do want you. Listen to me Samrat. I’ve been waiting for tonight from a very long time, I—”

“I’m looking forward to us being together too, Mahi. But like I said, I don’t think you are in a right emotional state tonight, and I just don’t think it’s fair for me to take advantage of you.”

She was getting more frustrated with his inaccurate deductions, but short of jumping on him and overpowering him, there was nothing she could do.

“Fine,” she said, not sounding fine at all, and went into her room to shut the door loudly.

She tried to sleep, but she kept tossing and turning, her body still screaming in frustration.

“God, how can he be such a fool and think that I don’t want him,” she muttered.

Then after a couple of hours, she got up and started to pace in the room, trying to cool down.

“Third freaking time, when he got me so overheated and turned me down. Bahh, I should probably tie him to the bed and have my way, untilheis begging for mercy to release him from his frustration like I am,” she muttered, and then froze, recalling the old fashioned headboard in the other bedroom.

She also recalled the description and reviews of the vacation house that people had posted online. It cost an arm and a leg to get a decent place to stay in the last minute during the peak summer time in San Francisco. But now, she would make this place worth every cent.

Smiling a little wickedly, she went out to the living room and ransacked the toy chest that several past occupants had raved about.

CHAPTER 15

Samrat was dreaming again. He felt someone tugging his arms and whispering sultrily.

“Samrat, wake up,” he heard the whisper again.

Somehow managing to pry his eyes open, he saw Mahi’s face in the dim lighting of the room. He thought he was having another dream about her and was slowly getting aroused at the feel of her hands caressing his naked torso.

She was sitting on top of him and he could feel her body heat through their clothes. She was touching his cheek gently and he groaned into her hand.

“Oh god,” he whispered. “Why won’t you leave me alone in my dreams?”

She laughed softly and said, “It’s only fair that I don’t, because you won’t leave my dreams either. But that’ll be resolved soon. No turning back, remember?”

“What?” he asked in confusion.

“You want me and I want you too, desperately. I’m sick of you leaving me wanting more each time. There is no right time for us to be together,” she whispered in his ear.

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