38 Eating Ice Dic #2
"Ansh, wait! My ice cream!" she protested, though her cheeks were burning so hot she could barely hold back her giggles.
Without letting go of her wrist, Ansh opened the passenger door, practically ushering her inside before slamming it shut. He rounded the hood of the car with sharp, purposeful steps, sliding into the driver's seat and starting the engine with a sharp turn of the key.
Niyati quickly finished the last bite of her ice cream, wiping her hands with a napkin as she looked over at him sideways.
Ansh kept both hands planted firmly on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched, his dark eyes fixed rigidly on the road ahead.
But she didn't miss the fast, heavy rise and fall of his chest, nor the undeniable, thick bulge pressing against the dark denim of his jeans.
A quiet, breathless laugh escaped Niyati's lips as she settled back into her seat. "Are you really that impatient?"
Ansh didn't take his eyes off the road, but his knuckles paled on the leather wheel. "Niyati, if you say one more word, I'm going to pull over right into this alleyway and show you exactly how impatient I am."
The sheer darkness of his threat instantly silenced her, sending a sharp, intoxicating shiver straight down to her toes. She bit her lower lip, turning her face toward the window to hide the brilliant, victorious blush spreading across her cheeks.
Ten minutes later, the car screeched to a halt in the basement parking of his apartment complex. Ansh killed the ignition, unbuckled his seatbelt in one swift motion, and turned to look at her. His eyes were completely dark, the pupils blown wide with pure, unadulterated desire.
"Bag," he commanded quietly, reaching into the back seat to grab her overnight suitcase.
Niyati stepped out of the car, her knees feeling slightly weak under the heavy weight of his gaze. She barely had time to close her door before Ansh grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers tightly through hers and pulling her toward the elevator.
The moment the metal doors slid shut, sealing them inside the quiet, mirrored cabin, Ansh pressed the button for his floor and immediately spun around, trapping Niyati against the mirrored wall.
Niyati gasped softly as his broad frame filled her entire vision, his heavy chest pressing lightly against hers. The scent of his cedarwood cologne mixed with the lingering heat of his body swept over her, completely overpowering her senses.
"Ansh..." she whispered, her hands instinctively coming up to rest against his firm chest.
"You had a lot of fun back there, didn't you, baby?" Ansh murmured, leaning down until his lips hovered a fraction of an inch above hers. His thumb came up, brushing gently over her lower lip, tracing the soft skin where her ice cream had been moments ago. "Mocking me... teasing me in public..."
Niyati swallowed hard, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. "You started it," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with newfound anticipation.
"And I'm going to finish it," Ansh growled softly, his dark eyes locking onto hers as the elevator chimed, announcing their floor.
He grabbed her bag with one hand and wrapped his arm firmly around her waist with the other, steering her out of the elevator and down the quiet hallway. The moment he unlocked his front door, he pulled her inside, kicked the door shut behind them, and turned the lock with a sharp, definitive click.
The heavy wooden door closing signaled the end of their long separation, the end of hiding, and the start of a week that belonged entirely to them.
Before Niyati could even take a full breath, Ansh dropped her overnight bag onto the foyer floor and pinned her against the closed wooden door.
His broad frame towered over her, his hands coming up to frame her face, his thumbs stroking along her flushed jawline. The raw, unfiltered intensity in his dark eyes made Niyati's breath hitch in her throat.
"Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this moment?" Ansh rasped, his voice thick and gravelly, vibrating against her lips. "No hostel rules. No study schedules for you. No Diya knocking on the door. Just you and me."
"Ansh..." Niyati whispered, her hands tangling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer until there wasn't a single inch of space left between them.
He didn't wait another second. Ansh brought his mouth down on hers in a deep, possessive kiss that instantly swept away the last lingering traces of her composure.
It wasn't a soft, gentle greeting; it was filled with weeks of suppressed hunger, long-distance longing, and the unbearable torture of her innocent teasing outside the ice cream parlor.
Niyati let out a soft, shuddering moan against his lips, her fingers sliding up into his thick hair, holding him tight as she kissed him back with equal fervor. The heat radiating off his body enveloped her completely, making her head spin and her knees feel completely weightless.
Ansh's hands trailed down her back, locking around her waist to lift her effortlessly off her feet.
Instinctively, Niyati wrapped her legs around his hips, her back pressing flat against the sturdy wooden door as he deepened the kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth with an unyielding demand that made her whole body quiver.
"You were so bold at the ice cream shop," Ansh murmured against her neck, shifting his lips to the sensitive skin just below her ear, making her arch into his touch with a breathless gasp. "Let's see if you can keep that same energy in my bedroom."
"Show me," Niyati whimpered softly, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent.
With a low, dark chuckle vibrating in his chest, Ansh carried her down the short hallway toward his bedroom, his grip firm and secure around her thighs.
He pushed open the door with his shoulder and navigated through the dim room, gently depositing her onto the center of his large, comfortable mattress.
Niyati sank back against the crisp sheets, her hair fanning out around her face as her reading glasses slid slightly down the bridge of her nose. She looked up at him through heavy, hooded eyes, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
Ansh stood at the foot of the bed, his dark eyes greedily devouring the sight of her resting on his sheets. Slowly, deliberately, he reached down, unbuttoned his collar, and pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing it onto the armchair nearby.
The defined lines of his broad chest and the taut muscles of his abdomen flared in the dim sunlight filtering through the curtains.
He climbed onto the bed, crawling over her like a predator cornering its prey, propping his weight on his forearms on either side of her head.
"First rule of this week, Niyuu," Ansh whispered, reaching down with one hand to slide her glasses off her face and set them carefully onto his nightstand. He looked down at her with endless warmth and undeniable passion. "You don't get to run away from me."
Niyati smiled, a sweet, radiant expression that reached all the way to her eyes. She reached up, cupping his jaw with both hands, her thumb gently tracing the stubble along his jawline.
"I'm not going anywhere, Ansh," she whispered softly, her voice filled with deep affection and unwavering trust. "I'm right where I want to be."
Ansh's expression softened for a fleeting second before his lips met hers once more-tender, deep, and promising a week neither of them would ever forget.
His lips moved over hers with a slow, hypnotic rhythm, tasting her deeply as if committing every quiet sigh to memory. The sharp, restless urgency from the car melted into something far richer-a heavy, intoxicating tide of intimacy that filled the quiet bedroom.
The only light came from the streetlamp bleeding through the curtains, casting a pale amber glow across the rumpled sheets.
Ansh's hand slid down her side, his large palm tracing the curve of her waist before his fingers hooked under the hem of her top.
He paused, his dark eyes locking onto hers in the dim light, silently asking.
Niyati didn't hesitate; she lifted her arms, letting him pull the soft fabric over her head and toss it aside.
The cotton landed somewhere near the footboard, forgotten.
He dipped his head, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat, teeth grazing her pulse point as she gasped. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, and she arched into him, a wicked smile curving her lips.
"You liked watching me with that ice cream, didn't you?" she breathed, her voice low and teasing. She dragged her tongue slowly across her bottom lip, mimicking the motion, her eyes half-lidded and daring.
Ansh groaned, a low, guttural sound, and captured her mouth again-this time with raw, consuming hunger.
His hands roamed her bare skin, gripping her hips as he backed her toward the bed, lowering her onto the mattress.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him down, and their kiss deepened into something desperate and unapologetic, every touch igniting the space between them.
The memory of that ice cream still burned behind his eyes.
Twenty minutes ago, she'd sat across from him in the booth, vanilla dripping down, and she'd licked it-one long, deliberate stroke of her pink tongue from base to tip, her eyes fixed on him the entire time.
She'd swirled her tongue around the top, slow and obscene, then taken the rounded edge into her mouth, sucking gently.
The sound she'd made-a soft, satisfied hum-had gone straight to his cock.
Now, in the bedroom, Niyati pulled back just enough to whisper against his mouth.
"You were so hard in the car. I could feel just by seeing through your jeans."
Her hand slid between their bodies, her palm pressing flat against the front of his pants.
His dick strained against the denim, thick and rigid, and her fingers traced its length with maddening slowness.