Page 39 of Love Locked
“Is that so?” Kabir wasn’t sure what he was saying, but he loved watching her face light up.
“Stop it. What have you done with Mr. Serious?” Her laugh echoed throughout the room.
“Well, what can I say? Perhaps you bring out Mr. Fun in me.” He smirked as he stroked her cheek, delighted to find how soft her skin was.
He knew he was crossing a line here, but he couldn’t help it. She was fucking gorgeous. They were now lying next to one other on the rug. After a while, he felt the warmth of her body next to his. It felt like home…cosy and comfortable.
Kyra’s heartbeat quickened.Was she dreaming, or wasKabir actually flirting with her? Even though he only had her finger in the palm of his hand, his warmth could be felt all over her body.Did he even realise the impact of his words?She wanted to kiss him. Touch him. Make him crave her like she craved him.
Kabir kept quiet despite all the things he wanted to say. They listened to the sound of crackling and popping of the wood. After a short while, her breathing relaxed, and he tilted his head to see her fast asleep. He got up, moved slowly and lifted her onto the bed. She was startled and blinked open her eyes.
“You should get some rest,” he whispered.
Kyra stared at his lips and met his gaze. “Hmm.” She snuggled in the blanket.
“Good night, princess.” His mouth twitched.
She blinked open her eyes again, her long lashes brushing the tops of her cheeks. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep again, “Good night, Kabir.”
He chuckled at the thought of Kyra being a lightweight. She was down after a couple of drinks. He downed two shots of tequila and climbed under the blankets on the other side of the bed. God. When had he spent so much time alone with a woman discussing random topics and having heart-to-heart conversations?
Never.
Unlike other guys, he was constantly busy. He had no idea people did such things. Though he indulged in this for the first time, he still felt as though it was something he did on a regular basis. Speaking with Kyra about his break-up and life, in general, felt relaxing. If this was what they called small talk, he was acing it. Although he wanted to sleep, he couldn’t, as he kept thinking about Kyra and all the things she shared with him.
THIRTEEN
Day 3
Slowly blinking open her eyes, Kyra felt a cosy warmth covering her body. It was polarly opposite to how she woke up yesterday when she was frightened and disoriented. Her head was certainly feeling the effects of the alcohol, and she wondered whether she would have a hangover for the rest of the day. Whatever it was, she enjoyed the warmth and heat. The blanket was…
Wait a minute…
She blinked open her eyes and frowned. Her body was enveloped in a cocoon that gave off a delicious warmth. Her eyes widened as she realised the heat was emitting from a very hard, muscular body. And what happened next made her go hot all over her body—hot like a skewered kebab on the grill.
“Mmm…” A husky voice muttered in her ear.
Kabir’s bare chest was pushed against her, and his leg arched over her. One of his arms was wrapped possessively over her waist, and the closeness felt…nice. Too fucking nice. The veiny, tattooed forearms wrapped under her breasts pulled her more into his chest, and she felt herself getting aroused. He nuzzled his nose into her neck and moaned again as though he was having a sexual dream. Kyra shivered and whimpered involuntarily.
Fuck. She controlled her breathing. There was no way Kabir realised what he was doing. He was probably asleep. How the hell did they even get into this position? She slowly recalled the bits when he lifted her up on the bed.
Shit.
She needed to stop falling asleep around Kabir. She was behaving like a child. Still, it wasn’t an excuse for snuggling with him. It was the tequila. The alcohol had numbed her brain. Her mind was racing with possibilities as she cuddled with him, unfazed about the consequences of being in bed with him.
As if he sensed her thoughts, he moved against her, and the action pushed his hardness into her back.Holy shit.Kyra blinked as she felt his rock-like hardness dig into her behind. She guessed his girth to be huge from the way it was hugging her hips. Who would have thought that Kabir Oberoi was packinga monster underneath those sexy suits?
As he squeezed her closer, she realised this was the most she was going to get from him. It was this moment or nothing. She was a 22-year-old virgin. She was pathetic. She felt like a loser and wanted to cry. She closed her eyes and thought about how she was living the perfect life without really enjoying it. She welcomed the impulse to throw caution to the wind and savoured the sensation of his touch on her body.
????
Kabir shifted in his sleep, confused.
What the fuck!
His head felt heavy, and he quickly realised three things. First of all, it wasn’t his bed. Second, he wasn’t wearing a t-shirt, and third, he most definitely wasn’t alone. A warm, soft body shifted next to him, surprising him. He struggled to remember exactly what had happened the previous night but ended up with nothing. He was certain that he hadn’t done anything outlandish or illegal. He was sure of himself in that regard. He might have had fun, but fuck… he couldn’t remember shit.
He shut his eyes, pressed his face into the curve of the woman’s neck, and inhaled the sweet aroma of berries and mint, ignoring the churning in his stomach. His throat let out a low moan. He could not place that sweet scent despite it being so familiar because of his hangover and his morning wood.
