Page 42 of Love Locked
“You are so dead!” Kyra shouted, ducking behind a nearby tree. Her next throw missed badly, allowing Kabir to dart away unscathed.
During this snow fight, there was no fear or anxiety. Just pure joy and happiness surrounding them on a cold day.
Kyra was losing herself playing this ridiculous game with a man she’d always wanted and loved in equal measure.
They threw snowballs at each other for a long while, striking and ducking alternatively. Kyra was already tired and was feeling the effects of being cold and hungry.
A snowball hit her in the right shoulder from behind, followed by a second shot hitting her in the back of the head. Snow immediately trickled down the back of her coat as the tightly packed ball broke apart, making her yell as it came into contact with the sensitive skin of her neck.
Kyra raised her hands in surrender, not surprised to see Kabir when she turned around, wielding another snowball and ready to let it fly.
“Ready to surrender?” He raised a brow with a confident half-smirk, his dark eyes twinkling like the stars.
His jacket was unzipped, and she wished he was naked beneath it. The pink of his cheeks darkened ever so slightly, and he narrowed his eyes at her as though he knew what she was thinking.
“Okay. I give up. I never knew you were so competitive about snowball fights.” Kyra’s cheeks were flushed from a combination of cold and exertion. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, catching his attention, and he swallowed hard. Her body was such a work of art. The curves and arcs of her body were hidden under the layers of clothes, but still, it made his mouth water.
“I could say the same,” Kabir replied, beginning to lead the way back to the cabin as she fell into step behind him.
But Kyra felt reckless and was not done for the day. As the cabin came into view around the wraparound porch, Kyra reached into each pocket of her coat and, with a fearless grin, went close to Kabir and crushed the ball against the back of his head, making sure the snow went down the back of his jacket just like she had suffered before.
She ran toward the cabin while Kabir was still cursing in shock, her laughter ringing off the surroundings. It wasn’t long before Kyra heard him behind her.
A shiver ran down her body as his arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her back against his hard chest before they fell into the snow together. They tumbled to the side of the porch, where the snow was deep enough to cushion their fall.
Kabir turned and took the brunt of the impact, so Kyra landed on top of him as he absorbed the slight shock of the landing. He rolled them over, not allowing her to have the upper hand, so she knew who the boss was as he pinned her to the soft snow.
Kyra was still huffing and puffing, but Kabir barely looked tired. She waited for him to ask her again if she surrendered, but he did no such thing. He simply stared down at her, his eyes zeroing on her lips, his hard body against her soft, pliant one, his welcome weight pressing into her. He leaned down a little. Their lips were an inch apart, and their breaths almost mingled together. Kyra had been dying for this moment. She wanted to embrace her feelings for this man and not be ashamed of them. She met his gaze head on. She gulped down the nerves and gathered courage to kiss him.
A blinking moment passed, and Kabir couldn’t hold back. He could clearly hear her thoughts. In a split second, he pressed his lips to hers. His mouth lingered there for more than a minute, his lips pecking her, tentatively at first and then passionately, as though his hunger was about to burst out of control, just like Kyra’s.
The tantalising spark of delight and pain shot through her body as Kabir nibbled her lip. It was everything she needed to get her body revving. She moaned in response as she knotted her fingers in his hair and drew their bodies flush together. Things escalated when she felt his delicious weight on her body, making her whimper, only for him to break away.
They were looking into each other’s eyes, wide-eyed and flustered in the aftermath of something so unplanned, so unexpected. Kyra wanted nothing more than to continue kissing him. She wanted to memorise each and every swipe of his tongue.
Kabir was so into the kiss it wasn’t even funny. As the craving for her showed no sign of fading, he knew he was wrong to want more of this.What kind of a man had feelings for a woman ten years younger to him?He scanned Kyra’s eyes for telltale signals of contempt or hatred. He thought her mind would be in a state of turmoil and confusion. But all he could see in her eyes was a reflection of his own desire.
No matter how much he craved her, he couldn’t continue. He was completely enthralled with her and knew he would get hooked on her if he went along with this madness. So he tried to get off her and forget it ever happened.
“I’m not finished,” Kyra whispered, leaning upwards to kiss him again. She still had one hand tangled in his hair, and her eyes had not left his lips.
“We can’t do this, princess,” he protested, getting up. Her touch burned his skin. He could feel Kyra’s eyes on his back as he walked away.
“Why not?” she said, standing up.
“You know why,” he replied. He was on the verge of snapping at her but somehow managed to modulate his tone. “I’m sorry,” he added because he was in charge of her safety. “This shouldn’t have happened, princess. We should go inside,” Kabir said in a calm voice.
“Well, considering the way you were all snuggled up to me this morning, my guess is you really aren’t sorry. You’re just plain scared.” Kyra waited nervously as Kabir considered what she said. None of them spoke as their eyes met. It was bold of her to call him out like that. But, she found it exasperating how quickly he turned off his laid-back demeanour. Her breathing quickened as her heart fluttered like a butterfly trapped in a jar.
“If I was snuggled up to you, it was only because I was looking for body heat.” His angry response seemed too forced.
“Oh really?” Kyra gasped, offended.
“Yes, really. Don’t read much into it, Kyra. I’ve apologised for crossing a line while sleeping, but it wasn’t on purpose.”
“Goodnight, Kabir.” Kyra sighed, her voice still breathy with need.
“Goodnight, Kyra. You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch. I’m gonna see what we can make for dinner,” he offered, only to hear her mutter ‘fuck my luck’ at his back.
