Chapter 25 #2
“You’re so close to your family,” she mused. “Maybe some photos would cozy up the place.” A mischievous little smile quirked the corner of her mouth. “Or would that be a turnoff in your bachelor pad?”
“You’re the first woman I’ve brought here,” he admitted quietly. After a brief internal debate, Rohit took a deep breath to quell the uncertain flutter in his chest, and he added, “You’re the only woman I want here.”
Maybe Cynthia heard the urgency in his voice, because she grabbed the front of Rohit’s shirt and jerked him forward. He caught a glimpse of her smiling lips before his mouth was on hers, the touch of her wet, welcoming tongue against his.
Rohit pulled away. “So you’re not sick of me?”
Cynthia’s eyebrows shot up. “What?”
“We haven’t seen each other in a while…I thought you were avoiding the office because…” Rohit felt his cheeks flush, but still he searched Cynthia’s wide-set eyes for even a glimmer of regret.
“I have been busy with work. We both have.” Her eyelashes swept downward for a full second, and when she looked back up, Rohit was sure tenderness shone there. “You’re the only thing I miss at Kumar Construction. Trust me. Besides…” Her face softened. “No one has ever taken me on a picnic before.”
Their next kiss was one of relief and pure heat as Rohit tried to show her, with his lips, teeth, and tongue, just how much he needed this. Needed her . The hands clutching the front of his shirt splayed wide on his chest, and when his fingers cradled her jaw, she practically purred.
Lord, this woman. In public, she ruled everything and everyone around her with a cool kind of confidence, edged with a startling intelligence that snapped a person to attention.
But behind closed doors, she was something else.
Still regal and poised, but soft and sweetly pliant, like a cat arching its back into someone’s touch.
Hot or cold, there was no guessing with Cynthia. She told him what she liked and took what she needed; she was a queen and every part of Rohit’s lovesick spirit wanted to worship her. Even now, in his apartment, Cynthia broke the kiss first and tugged him in the direction of the two closed doors.
“Bedroom?” she asked.
“On the right,” he managed to croak.
It didn’t take long for them to undress each other down to their underwear, and Rohit’s breath stuttered when his hands came into contact with Cynthia’s soft skin.
He touched her carefully, as if she were uncovered treasure that no human was meant to find.
Invaluable and incomparable. His hands shook ever so slightly as if they, too, were in awe of her.
Cynthia pulled away to sit on his bed. Unlike hers, there was no bedframe bracketing his mattress, which sat on a box spring directly on the floor, but Cynthia didn’t seem to mind.
Her eyes were focused on the front of his straining briefs, which was conveniently now at eye level.
Rohit’s stomach muscles tightened at the gleam in her beautiful amber eyes.
“Take it out,” she said.
“Wh-what?”
With a smirk, she leaned back on her hands and tilted her chin at his waistband. “You heard me.”
Rohit swallowed and felt warmth seep onto the tips of his ears as his hands fumbled to follow her command.
He was acting like he’d never been with a woman before, which was only heightened when, under her contemplative gaze, his erection jerked upward.
He moved forward to join Cynthia on the bed, but she shook her head to stop him and leaned forward instead.
Her hands came to rest on the backs of his thighs.
When her lips parted and she moistened her lips, Rohit’s heart stopped. “You don’t have to,” he blurted out.
Cynthia looked up at him under an arched eyebrow. “Do I strike you as the kind of woman who does anything she doesn’t want to?”
Whether because she had just admitted to wanting to taste him or because her confidence always set him on fire, her words were an aphrodisiac and his cock jerked again.
A coy smile crossed Cynthia’s lips a scant second before she took him in her mouth in the same way she did everything in her life: passionately and with no holds barred.
Rohit’s knees buckled and he couldn’t resist digging his fingers into her hair but not to set the pace or direct her as he flirted with the limits of his self-control.
With every long, languid lick of her playful tongue and the shameless way she gazed up at him while sucking him deep, it was more than obvious to Rohit that he was hers to lead whichever way she wanted.
He tried to calm his harsh breathing, but focusing on the wet, erotic sound of her mouth pleasuring him had him careening toward the edge.
“Okay, you have to stop,” he said, pulling away.
The look of disappointment that crossed her face made Rohit squeeze the base of his shaft in warning.
Don’t think about how she might have wanted you to come in her mouth , he told himself sternly.
Don’t or this is going to be over in three seconds.
Still, Rohit couldn’t ignore the heady rush of pleasure and incredulity that this gorgeous firecracker of a woman was naked on his bed and she wanted him .
Cynthia removed her last bit of clothing before scooting backward and biting her swollen bottom lip expectantly.
Rohit climbed up beside her, his eyes locked on hers as she swung her leg over his hip so they faced each other, the entrance of her perfectly positioned over him.
He could feel the heat of her on his tip, the lush wetness there, and he closed his eyes to collect himself.
“Hang on,” he said.
“What’s wrong?” Her breathlessness scorched the already frayed edges of his self-control, and he squeezed himself again.
“I should get a condom.”
“I have an IUD,” Cynthia informed him, her trademark impatience simmering below the surface, and Rohit couldn’t help but smile fondly despite aching to sink into her. “And I haven’t been with anyone since…” She trailed off and pressed her lips together.
“Since when?”
“Since you.”
Rohit’s heart banged at the walls of his chest as if building momentum to rip through his skin and launch itself at her.
The first time they’d slept together, so many months ago, had been everything and still nothing like this.
They’d enjoyed each other’s bodies—multiple times—but they’d been near-strangers. He’d been in awe of her then, but now…
Now he knew she was intelligent, caring, compassionate, hardworking, and a million other things that made Rohit want to worship every inch of her. She was honey and heat, and with her, he was home.
“Me either,” he said, his voice as solemn as the certainty grounding him to this moment. To her. “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
Cynthia smiled, leaned in, and gently bit his earlobe. “I need you.”
All of Rohit’s altruistic intentions deserted him and he sheathed himself in her with one forceful, upward thrust of his hips.
He chased her moan with another long, slow pump, hell-bent on driving Cynthia to her limits as she had when she’d taken him in her mouth.
But when he snaked one arm under her leg to spread her wider to accept more of him, she retaliated by pulling his hand to her lips and sinking her teeth into the palm.
He twitched inside her, making her laugh and gasp at the same time.
“Let me take care of you,” he said, before flipping her onto her stomach and sliding into her again.
She was so tight like this but that wasn’t why he’d positioned them this way.
He might chase the workings of her beautiful brain for the rest of his life, but Cynthia’s body was becoming familiar to him—a wonderland of planes, curves, and treasures that welcomed all of his five senses and beckoned his sixth.
He knew what she liked, what she needed to come.
With one arm propping his weight above her, his other slipped between her heated body and the scratch of well-worn sheets to find where she would need his touch to find release.
His girl liked dry, firm pressure just left of her clit in tight little circles that made her whimper, writhe, and fist the sheets.
For good measure, and perhaps in playful vengeance as well, he scraped his teeth against the back of her neck and was immediately rewarded with a gasp of satisfaction.
“More,” she said, her voice muffled but demanding.
He obliged and then soothed the spot with a gentle lick. God, she tastes so good.
As if on their own accord, his hips sped up and the slap of skin on skin warred with Cynthia’s moans of satisfaction in the sweetest symphony Rohit had ever heard.
His fingers between her legs never ceased their rhythm as he leaned forward, his lips against his ear, to whisper, “I want to take care of you, rani.”
She shivered under him and came, pure liquid heat squeezing him indescribably tight, and still Rohit held back. He wasn’t done with her—would never be done with her, if she allowed it.
He rolled her onto her back and hooked her leg over his shoulder, angling himself so he drove upward in search of her perfect spot. When Cynthia closed her eyes and trembled under him, he knew he’d found it and began fucking her anew, the mattress squeaking beneath them.
“I’m going to come again,” she breathed.
He was right there with her. “Open your eyes,” he breathed back. “Please.”
As soon as her potent, liquid amber eyes found his, raw pleasure shot up Rohit’s spine and he came to the tempo of Cynthia squeezing him as she found her climax again.
Her orgasm lasted longer than his, allowing Rohit the luxury of studying her face as she came back down.
With half-masted eyes, lips parted, and a faint, rosy blush on her cheeks, she was a seductive femme fatale, but when her gaze met his, the adoration Rohit felt was reflected back and his chest tightened wonderfully.
A small laugh rattled between them, from her chest to his.
Suddenly, Rohit didn’t give a damn about the lack of thread count under their bodies or that the overhead lighting might begin to flicker at any moment thanks to the fading bulb he was pushing until burnout.
All he cared about was the woman in his bed and in his arms.
“Thanks for letting me invite myself over,” she said with a sweet little smile.
Rohit ducked his head into the nape of her neck and inhaled her intoxicating scent, one dizzying thought surfacing above the rest.
I need you, too.