Chapter Twenty #3
Oh, yes. This was what she’d missed. This heat and desire. The tingling in her belly, the anticipation of things to come.
She pulled her lips away and he tried to reach for her, but she shook her head, then kissed her way down his chest, over his
shirt, hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses.
The soundless groan he gave sent a shot of power straight to her head. To have this big, tough, seemingly stoic man at her
mercy . . . well, that was better than any drug. How else could she make him come undone?
She wrestled with his belt, then undid his fly. His erection pushed against the fabric, and she released it.
She stroked him once, then twice. He placed his hands on the door above her head. “Sejal . . .”
“Hmm?” Unable to resist, she rubbed his penis against her cheek. It was so soft, yet hard at the same time.
“You shouldn’t,” he said.
“Shouldn’t what?” She stroked him, all the way down to the base. “Shouldn’t do this?” She gave him a gentle lick on the tip
of his cock. “Or this?”
Without any further warning, she swallowed him, taking as much of him into her mouth as possible, which was only up to the
middle of his shaft.
He full on whimpered, and she took that noise deep inside her, to her very soul. Yes, yes, yes. He was all hers, at her mercy. She pulled away. “Is that what I shouldn’t do?”
His fingers found her head, tunneling into her hair, guiding her back to where he wanted her. “Do it,” he ground out.
Sejal put up a light resistance. “Say it.” She licked the very tip, where a drop had beaded.
“Take me in your mouth.”
She set a fast rhythm, using one hand to stroke the base she couldn’t reach with her mouth and tongue. She used her other
hand on herself, sliding her hand under her skirt and rubbing her clit.
He made a rough noise and hauled her to her feet. She grasped his shirt in two big fistfuls, and his hand went to her neck,
using his grip to angle her perfectly for his kiss. For long, drugging moments, every thought left her brain. Who she was,
who he was, who their families were.
He guided her back and they tumbled onto the bed. She didn’t know who initiated pulling her into his lap, but there she was,
straddling him. She ran her fingertips through his hair, massaging the place at the base of his neck that held every stressor
in the world. He squeezed her full hips, and she moaned against his lips.
She pulled back. “Protection.”
“I bought condoms in the gift shop.”
She pushed herself up on her hands, which had the effect of pressing her pelvis against his, and he groaned. “Well, well.
Thought you were going to get lucky, huh, Harvard?”
“It’s smart to be safe—hmph.” Her kiss was long, muffling everything he was going to say.
No need for words. “Where are they?”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the condoms. She grabbed one and ripped it open with her teeth.
She didn’t know who undressed who, but their clothes flew off them in a flurry of tangled arms and legs. In the light of the
nightstand lamp, his body was perfect, strong, with long, defined muscles. He cupped her breasts in his hands and tongued
her nipples. “Now,” she moaned.
He didn’t need further encouragement. He pushed her legs wider and sank inside her. A groan slipped from his lips. “So good,”
he gasped. “Wet.”
The fire rose as he stroked inside her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around his body, grinding up against him. She orgasmed
just as he did. He said something against her neck, but she didn’t quite catch it.
When it was over, he lay on her like a sweaty blanket. She was content, staring at the ceiling, slowly stroking his shoulders,
mind empty, but then he moved. Not far, though, only heaving his body over to lie next to her. She stood on wobbly legs, grabbed
his shirt and her panties from where they lay on the floor, and went to the bathroom. She did her business, then came back
and collapsed next to him.
She didn’t protest when he pulled her close to spoon her, even though she wasn’t accustomed to being the little spoon. “Did
you say something earlier?” she murmured.
He pressed his lips against her ear. “I—I don’t think I like you. I know I do.”
A little sizzle of panic went through her, stiffening her previously relaxed muscles. “No, you don’t.”
“I do.”
“It could just be the sex?”
He considered that. “The sex is good, but I liked you before that. I think when you brought me that salad.”
“Huh?”
“The salad. After I almost totaled the car. We didn’t have much money, and you spent it all on that salad instead of anything
for yourself.”
“Buddy, you can’t sell your affections for a salad. It wasn’t even a good salad!”
“It was a sign that you listened. And you cared.”
She started to turn over, but his arms tightened around her, holding her in place. “Relax, Sejal. Don’t get scared on me now.”
“You shouldn’t like me. I’m not—” I don’t know if I’m worth liking. Because no matter what he said, she still wasn’t convinced she wasn’t like her terrible parents.
Only, if she said those words, it would sound pitiful, and she wasn’t trying to get anyone’s sympathy.
“Don’t worry about it tonight. We’ll deal with it tomorrow. After we close this chapter with Alexei.”
And then what? They’d . . . still see each other? No, that wasn’t a possibility.
Dear God, why had she had sex with him? They’d complicated all of this far too much.
He said he liked you before the sex.
“Shhh.” He ran his hands over her flank, and she hated that the muscles between her shoulder blades actually relaxed. “Go
to sleep. I’ll stay awake in case Alexei and Viktor show up.”
It wasn’t that easy. And she was going to turn around and tell him that, except he kept up that sweet, gentle motion, and
the world stilled, and she slipped into a dreamless sleep.
Until a shrill ring woke her up. She sat up straight and grabbed the phone on her nightstand. “Hello?”
One of Sunil’s guards, the scariest, biggest one, was on the other end. “Ma’am, this is Cary. The men you told us to be on
the lookout for, they’re here. They’ve reserved a room at the end of your hallway. They’re making their way to the elevator.”
She tossed the comforter off her. “Only the two men?”
“Yes, ma’am. Would you like us to hold them?”
She looked over her shoulder. Krish was wide awake, as he’d said he’d be, fully dressed. “Let’s see what they do,” he whispered.
That was her instinct as well. “Follow them, but at a distance.”
“Got it. They’ve entered the elevator.”
She buried her other emotions, reaching for cold hard resolve. Later, they’d deal with their feelings. Right now, they had
to deal with Alexei.