Page 50 of Love Locked
“Oh, but there is. Because I shouldn’t even be here, wanting what I want from you, knowing what’s at risk. Our siblings are married. You are forbidden for me, and wanting you makes me evil personified.”
He took a lock of her long hair, curling it around his index finger. His face was puzzled, but his eyes were fascinated by her. “Why do you insist on claiming you’re evil? If I remember correctly, I was the one who kissed you first.” He tugged her hair a little forward, thereby drawing her head also forward.
Kyra’s voice turned smoky. “I’d simply like to point out that I kissed you back with equal passion.” His fingers traced her earlobe.
He murmured, “Tell me more about the things you’re passionate about.”
“I’m passionate about many things.”
“Let me guess. Reading, fitness or fashion must be your passions.” He smirked.
“Why do you think so?” She narrowed her eyes.
“Because all good girls are like that.” He laughed at her sour expression. “What? That’s not a problem. It’s adorable.” His laugh made her stomach flip wildly, but somewhere self-doubt crept in.
EIGHTEEN
Was he under the impression that she was a naive, goody-goody girl?
Kyra took the challenge head-on. She stepped back with a seductive smile on her face and tugged on her top, her heart beating faster and faster as Kabir continued to look at her, his smile starting to fade.
“You think I’m a good girl?” She prodded. “Sorry to disappoint you, baby. I’m abadgood girl.”
He just looked at her, his stare wolfish and intense. The fire in her eyes caused him to stumble over the words he was about to say. How should he explain to her that she didn’t have to seduce him? He was already enticed by her. But he was bowled over by her sexy little strip tease.
Kyra gritted her teeth together in determination and slowly undid all the buttons, parted her blouse and pushed the material off one shoulder. The trace of laughter in Kabir’s eyes became shadowed with a flare of heat as his gaze fell on her bare shoulder.
Suddenly there was nothing but silence in the kitchen. Kabir’s eyes traced her shoulder, up to her neck and lips, and looked straight into her eyes. She’d lost all the power to breathe. He looked all male and dark, and there was too much testosterone in the air as he towered over her.
Kabir had never looked sexier than he did right now…standing there…battling a battle she didn’t want him to win. She licked her lips and gathered the courage as she shrugged off the next shoulder. She watched his face, afraid of her own recklessness. She let her silk blouse drop at her feet while Kabir stood still before her, his eyes fixed only on hers.
Kabir was so focused, so passionate; she’d never seen such passion in a man’s eyes before. She loved it. The seconds pulsed, and Kyra stood before Kabir only in her skirt and bra.
Kabir couldn’t think of anything else when he lifted his hand to touch her. He slowly dragged the back of his hand and caressed the valley between her breasts, up to her neck and back down. His gaze had a tenderness and a tormented frustration she’d never seen before. It was etched in every line of his handsome face, in the line of his jaw and the set of his lips, as though he was controlling himself from taking her right there. The things he was feeling, the need and the want, defied words. He’d never wanted anything the way he wanted—no needed—Kyra to kiss him. Touch him. He could barely speak.
Kabir ran his knuckles up her torso again, this time up her throat, where he cupped her jawline, his open hand palming her face as he cradled her chin.
“Quiet now. I’m going to look at you for a long, long time. I’m going to make these cheeks flush bright red. And I’m going to make you mine.” His hot gaze melted her bones to embers.
Kyra swallowed, dazed with desire. Kabir brushed a kiss across her cheek, his warm breath fanning her face. He then inhaled against her skin, his nose tickling her ears.
“You’re so passionate, Kyra... You’ve got more love for your friends and family than anyone I’ve ever seen. And it drives me crazy when all that same fire comes alive for me. I am yearning to watch that fire burn with desire for me.” Kabir’s voice was thick with lust and longing.
“I like you, Bir. You’re wonderful,” Kyra said.
“You know what would be more wonderful?” Kabir said, twitching his lips thoughtfully to the side. He cupped her ass, squeezed it and pinned her flat against his chest in one jerk. “You. Coming. In. My. Arms.”
He dipped his head. And he kissed her.
Hard.
His tongue thrust inside her willing mouth, wet and hard and oh so good. His grip tightened on her neck as he deepened the kiss. “I used to think about this gorgeous mouth and body for the past months. I can’t stay away from you. You’re such a vixen. My sexy witch.”
Kabir curled one hand around Kyra’s breast as he fondled her. Kyra felt like she would die if he didn’t put his mouth there. Kabir looked down at Kyra and played with her tits, pulling her closer a little roughly.
She whimpered in pleasure and held her breath—a breath that blended with his. His lips curled a little, and heat charged down Kyra’s body. She inhaled sharply when he lifted his hand and ran it up her curves, looking into her eyes.
Kabir’s fingers paused at the waistband of Kyra’s skirt, and he looked at her with a silent question. Kyra opened her mouth and breathed, “Bir…”
