Chapter 37
VEDIKA
“You talk too much,” she told him, grabbing the back of his head and bringing his magical lips back to hers. Sensation slammed through her as his fingers clenched on her waist, slipping beneath her top and finding the sensitive skin beneath.
“Mouse,” he groaned against her mouth. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Vedika laughed breathlessly as she wriggled beneath him, trying to pull her tank top off, almost headbutting him in the process. Daksh ripped it off in a single, smooth move. And then froze when he caught sight of her skimpy, black bra, with hot pink bows at strategic positions.
“Do you like it?” she asked, huskily. “I bought it for tonight, for you.”
His fingers trembled as he touched one soft, fragile pink bow. Then he closed his eyes, muttered something under his breath before leaning forward and kissing the sensitive skin of her cleavage.
Vedika shivered, arching into him, instinctively wanting his mouth everywhere on her.
Daksh was kind enough to grant her wish.
A helpless moan escaped her as his fingers slipped beneath her skirt and found the evidence of her desire for him.
He kissed his way down her body, each caress turning her body into jelly.
“Daksh,” she whispered, shock sliding through her as his mouth touched her core.
And then, all rational thought fled her mind as he reduced her to a quivering, boneless heap.
Her hands clenched in the sheets as she screamed her pleasure.
One broad hand slid up to cover her clenched fist, wrapping around it as he continued to coax aftershocks out of her.
After an endless moment, he turned his face to place a damp kiss on the inside of her thigh before sliding up to cover her with his big body. She looked up into his flushed face, met his glittering eyes, and felt the excitement build inside her again.
He left her briefly to fiddle with his wallet and then returned with a condom.
She watched, her gaze hooded, as he ripped it open and sheathed himself with crisp, economical movements.
She reached over and wrapped her hand around his length and Daksh cursed, even as his body jumped in response to her touch.
“I’m going to finish even before I start, Mouse,” he said, breathlessly, “if you keep that up.”
“Come closer,” she whispered, wanting no distance between them.
“Nowhere else I’d rather be,” he murmured, joining her on the bed again. He kissed her long and deep, his hands working their magic as they stroked her body. He settled above her, a solid, welcome warmth.
His fingers teased her until she could feel her body opening to welcome him, her thighs falling apart. And when she felt the blunt head of him nudge at her opening, she gasped, looking up at him, her eyes wide.
“Still want this? Want me?” he asked hoarsely, the muscles in his neck standing out as he fought for control.
“Always,” she whispered, tipping her hips up to urge him forward.
Daksh groaned, burying his face in the side of her neck, careful to keep his weight on his forearms as he slowly, inch by inch, slid into her. She felt the burn first, the painful stretching and turned her face into him, a small whimper escaping her.
Daksh stilled immediately. “Vedika?” His frantic gaze met hers.
“Don’t stop,” she said before he could freeze on her, tightening her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his firm buttocks, coaxing him to move.
Every muscle quivering in his body from his desperate need to control himself, Daksh moved slowly and gently until he was completely buried inside her. The initial red hot burn had settled now and Vedika wiggled her hips prompting a strangled curse from Daksh.
“Daksh,” she said, kissing his shoulder. “Please!”
And then he began to move, slowly at first but faster, his breath coming in short, hard pants.
Vedika could feel sensation build inside her, a tight unfurling that seemed to intensify with every thrust. And when for the second time that night, she came apart in his arms, he followed her over the edge, a deep groan torn from him.
Daksh collapsed on top of her in a boneless heap, his face still buried in her hair.
And still, he was careful to not smother her with his weight.
Vedika was tired of being treated as fragile though and wrapped herself around him like a jellyfish with its victim, pulling him close and breathing him in.
The salty, musty smell of him was an aphrodisiac all its own, she thought happily, as she dropped another kiss to his shoulder.
After a moment, Daksh pulled back slightly, resting his forehead on hers, eyes still shut. “Doing okay, sweetheart?”
“I’ve never been better,” she told him, beaming.
He laughed slightly as he reluctantly moved off her. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured, disappearing into the bathroom. She heard the water running and then a few moments later, he was back with a damp washcloth.
“Oh.” Embarrassment flooded through her, belatedly, and she struggled to sit up. “I can do that.”
“Allow me,” he said, his voice rough with an emotion she couldn’t place, “Please?”
So, she did. She lay back and allowed him to care for her, a deep warmth unfurling inside her as she watched him. She was falling in love with this man.
It was too fast, too deep, too immense…but it was what it was.
Daksh Mathur was her forever.
“What can I get you from room service?” His deep voice cut through her mental spiral. “Mashed potatoes?”
Vedika smiled, “That’s not all that I eat, you know.”
He tossed a pillow at her, smacking her in the face. “Alright, smartass. You place the order. I’ll get some clothes for us to wear.”
Vedika sat up in bed and pulled the room service menu over to her. She was flipping pages when Daksh said, “Mouse?”
She glanced up to see him silhouetted in the dark of the room by the dim light coming from the bathroom. He was magnificent, every last naked inch of him.
“Get me the lobster,” he said, his lips quirking up in a small smile.
Vedika laughed, the sound loud and deep, freeing something within her. “That fucking lobster,” she said.
“My fucking lobster,” he told her, his gaze on hers, as he quoted that iconic line from a famous sitcom.
The door shut behind him a second later and Vedika fell back on the big, soft pillows. “My fucking lobster,” she whispered, hugging herself in glee.