Page 40 of Love Locked
Kabir pressed his body closer to hers as he ran his palm up the flare of her hip, enjoying how curvy her body was. He carried on his mission till he was cupping her breast, enjoying the feel of it beneath his palm. It was more than a handful, and he was eager to go further. His tongue glided across her shoulder as he fondled her breast and pushed into her plump ass. Her top slid down a bit off her shoulder, and he nipped and sucked the exposed skin along the way.
Kabir heard a low, sensual gasp as the full hips rocked back against his hard-on. Knowing her response was exactly what he had anticipated, he grinned. Nothing was hotter than how a woman’s body reacted to the lightest of his touches. Especially this woman’s body was incredibly responsive. His fingers slid through the delicate fabric of her leggings and landed against a tiny sliver of fabric. He halted his exploration of her damp centre as he sensed a shiver travel up the sexy body that was trapped within his.
“Yes…” When the woman let out another sigh, Kabir tensed as the puzzle pieces fell into place, and it became clear whose voice it was.
His hand stilled as he opened his eyes. He used his other hand to brush her hair away from her face to check whether his concern was valid. Fuck! He had fucked up big time. Kyra’s back arched as she pleaded for more of his touch. Her eyes met his for a moment, allowing her to register what was happening. And…she wasn’t shocked.
What the... Did she know this was happening? Was this something she wanted?
“I... I’m so sorry, princess. I thought you were...” He trailed off and let go of her body as though it were on fire.
“It’s… It’s fine. We were sleeping. And anything can happen in sleep, right?” Slowly, Kyra scooted away from Kabir as he looked at her with a horrified expression.Was he thinking about Raina as he touched her now? Was it so bad being caught in bed with her? Why did it hurt so damn much?
“It won’t ever happen again. I promise it was a genuine mistake. I swear, Kyra.” A feeling of dread washed over Kabir, and he wanted to chastise himself for getting himself into this position. As much as he would like to pretend that he had no idea what happened, he wasn’t sure if that was entirely true. Because all along, his brain was trying to send a signal about whose sexy body he was exploring all that time. Maybe he knew it was Kyra all along. Perhaps he wasn’t the good guy everyone thought he was.
“I need to pee,” she said.
Kyra was hurt and confused as she heard Kabir call her Kyra, not ‘princess’. It was so fucking childish to think that. She needed to get away from him because his presence appeared to lower her IQ. Though not in the most graceful manner, Kyra slid out of bed in haste and ended up plopping down on the floor, which was thankfully covered in a thick mat.
She muttered a quick sorry to Kabir, who still lay on the bed with his eyes tightly shut trying to calm his raging hard on that was evident. She grabbed some clothes from her half-open bag and scurried downstairs to the bathroom, her face flaming with humiliation.
Locking herself in the bathroom, she looked in the mirror. She took a deep breath, putting her hands on the counter on both sides of the sink. The girl looking back at her from the mirror was one hot mess. Kabir probably knew she was awake when they did all the touchy-feely stuff. God! She couldn’t even explain exactly what they did. She was naive, stupid and truly in need of a shower. So she did just that.
Kyra tried to relax as the hot water dripped down her body. She was embarrassed. She did not want Kabir to realise what he was doing a few minutes ago. But, this morning was a beautiful memory she wished to savour for herself. Maybe she would play it over and over in her head like a recorded tape. Inwardly, she laughed at herself and shut off the water. She was overanalysing his seemingly intimate behaviour as if they’d had sex.
She changed into clean clothes, brushing her long hair into submission. Now she looked less of a hot mess. She opened the door and stepped outside. Her head was throbbing despite the hot shower. Maybe some food would be good for a hangover. The kitchen was empty, so she grabbed a pack of wafer biscuits and dug in as she sat on the couch. Good god. She was starving. By the time she had eaten half of the packet, Kabir had come down wearing grey sweatpants and a t-shirt.
Too bad. He had nice abs.
Naah. Not just abs. Too hot below the abs too...
Naah...Bad Kyra.
“Morning,” Kabir said groggily.
It surprised Kyra that he spoke to her. He looked tired.
“Please tell me I’m not the only one with a hangover,” he grumbled.
She shook her head. “Nope. Please tell me you brought some aspirin.”
“I did. I’m always prepared for the worse.” Kabir walked over and dropped two pills in her palm. “Take them. You’ll feel better. I’ll grab some water.”
“Thanks,” Kyra said softly, wondering if he remembered what position they were in the morning. Now that it had happened, she assumed he would avoid her at all costs.
“I thought we could cross one more item off your list today. Let’s make a snowman together.” Kabir’s hooded eyes revealed nothing.
“Oh, wow. That’s fantastic. With all the snow around, that’s the easiest thing to do.” Her smile widened.
“Yes. It would be good for us to do something productive. We have to stay positive regardless of the circumstances.”
“You think we’ll get to leave soon from here?” She asked him optimistically.
“Not sure. I’ll check my phone for the network and for weather updates.” Kabir smiled tightly as he turned on his phone and walked into the bathroom to get ready for another eventful day trapped with the sinful siren of his fantasies.
FOURTEEN
The winter season had many perks. It gave off the illusion that you were in a wonderland. The snow descended like a sheet of white ash, enveloping the entire neighbourhood in its splendour. The way it fell seemed magical. It was impossible to look away from the tiny ice particles in the shape of stars. The white snow covering the landscape seemed like a soft, fuzzy fabric.
