Page 49 of Love Locked
He was standing next to the counter when she looked up and saw him in all his sexy magnificence. His glasses made him look hot as fuck, and her core clenched on seeing him. She wanted him, and he wanted her with the same ferocity. That realisation made her want to climb him like a spider monkey. But she was so damn nervous and couldn’t stop blushing when he looked at her like he wanted to eat her.
“We should eat something.” Kyra pulled out a loaf of bread just to keep her hands busy. “I’m going to make myself something to eat. Sometimes I get dizzy when I haven’t had food for a while. You want some? What am I even doing? It’s your house. Of course, you are free to eat or not eat at all...or do whatever you want…” She rambled hopelessly, knowing she wasn’t making much sense.
Kabir plopped down on a stool, dragged out the other with his toe to prop his foot on it, and leaned forward, looking at her through his glasses. “Look at you,” he said.
“What?”
“Quite the little homemaker you are.” He crooned appreciatively.
Kyra looked around for the ingredients for the sandwich. She couldn’t think with Kabir around her.
“I know some recipes,” she boasted. “Mira and my Mom would teach me when I was young. The day you and your family came with Adil to see Mira, I was shocked by the detailed menu planning for you guys. Like the food is for the royal family of London, not the groom’s family.” Kyra glanced at him and rolled her eyes. “It was a memorable experience. When I was asked to be a part of the planning, I felt like I’d been selected for something special and had been transported back to the 1850s.” she laughed. “I’m rambling, aren’t I?”
Kabir just looked at her. He couldn’t say a word. He was busy taking in her flushed persona. Her nervous rambling made her go all red in the face and neck. He swallowed hard, wondering if the sexy flush of red went below her neck.
Kyra looked up at him as she finally made her sandwich with all the ingredients she had magically found in the fridge. She realised he seemed a bit thoughtful.
“Don’t be so quiet. I know you’re not like this. Don’t try to impress me.” Kyra laughed, but he didn’t.
He stood as she bit into her sandwich and offered it to him.
Kabir watched her finish chewing, and when she set down her half-eaten sandwich and wiped her lips with a napkin, he leaned forward and silently tucked her hair behind her ear. Their breaths mingled, and his glasses fogged.
Kyra got very nervous and sputtered, “Really, you don’t need to impress me. I’m already smitten with you.”
Kyra froze when she realised what she’d said, and her eyes lowered shyly. Kabir’s eyes darkened as he lifted his hand and dragged his thumb across her lips—a mix of rough and tender, lustful and loving.
“Oh, yeah?” Kabir looked at her as if he wanted her up against the wall.
“Ermm... I mean…yes. No…”
“Kyra, Kyra... my princess...” He shook his head and stroked her lips with his knuckles. “Don’t lie. You’re too beautiful for that. And you’re mine.” He said with a hint of arrogance. She blinked as self-doubt crossed her mind, and he noticed it.
“What happened, sweetheart?” He asked.
“Bir, I’m worried.” Kyra shook her head.
“Worried about what?” Kabir asked, his gaze darkening.
“That people will say I’m too young for you. They’ll think I’m a gold digger for being with you… and like... you’re my...my...”
“Sugar daddy?” Kabir said as he tried to control his smile.
“Maybe...” Her face turned beet red at his words.
“No one is going to say anything like that.” He pursed his lips.
“Raina will say that...” She trailed off.
“I don’t care about the age gap or what anyone will say, princess. It’s all about what we feel about it. I just want you to be happy with our decision. Do you have a problem with my age?” He frowned.
“No, absolutely not, Bir. I actually love that about you…about us. I like how wise and mature you are. The way you take charge of any situation is so damn hot.” She blushed hard, avoiding his eyes.
“So you find me hot. I’m glad to know that.” He rubbed a finger over her lower lip, and she trembled with desire. “Princess, if you are with me, then I don’t give a fuck about anything. Age is just a number. If you’re worried about our families, you don’t have to because we will talk to them. It’s you and me against the world, baby.” Kabir replied seriously, his gaze zooming on her entire face.
“You’re so confident. I love that about you. But what if others say that I seduced you. That I had evil designs on you.”
A smile played on his beautiful lips as a new texture laced his voice, making it sound rougher. “Princess, there’s nothing remotely evil about you.”
