CHAPTER 41 #4
Siya lets out another soft breath, and before I can stop myself, she slowly turns within my arms until she’s facing me. Her eyes search mine for a beat, and then she leans in and her lips melt into mine.
This time, there’s nothing hesitant about the kiss. Just two people who have spent days pretending not to notice what has been steadily growing between them.
My hands settle around her waist, drawing her closer as I return the kiss with equal hunger. The moment I slip my tongue into her mouth, Siya clutches my vest, her body pressing against mine, wanting more. I scoot her closer, my hands gliding over her back in a tender caress.
When the kiss finally breaks, neither of us moves far apart.
Our foreheads almost touch, our breaths mingling as my fingers slowly travel downward from the curve of her cheek, trailing down the side of her neck until they pause just above her breasts.
Deliberately, I stop there, refusing to cross the final line.
A tiny frown appears between her brows before she gently catches my wrist, and without a word, Siya begins guiding my hand towards herself.
I let her move my hand for a brief second before stopping it. Kissing her cheek, I lower my lips to her ear. “Say yes to tomorrow evening first. And after that...” My thumb strokes the side of her face before coming to rest beneath her jaw. “...I’m all yours.”
She knows I’m talking about the date, the one she has been stubbornly refusing ever since this evening.
I deliberately let my hand wander once again, teasingly close to the soft curves she so desperately wants me to touch.
Even I’m aching to explore her further. Every passing second, every moment Siya takes to think, only intensifies the anticipation between us.
Her fingers slip behind my neck as she draws me closer.
If she keeps looking at me and touching me like this, I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to hold myself back.
Siya continues to leave soft kisses along my nape and neck…
each one chipping away at the self-control I’ve been desperately holding onto.
“Yes...” she finally whispers, her lips barely grazing my ear.
A satisfied smile spreads across my face.
That’s all I wanted. Without another word, I gently cup her breast over the satin of her nightdress.
She gasps, and the sound alone is enough to make me hard.
Every little thing that comes off her mouth is such a turn-on.
As Siya kisses her way across my jaw and neck, I slowly caresses her breasts through the soft fabric, feeling her tremble beneath my touch.
Gradually, my fingers trail lower, along the smooth skin of her thigh.
Siya shifts closer this time, silently granting the permission I’ve been waiting for. Between the kisses and the teasing, my fingers slide between her legs, lazily brushing over the soft silk of her panties. Siya bites my earlobe as I feel her dampness against my fingertips.
She’s mine. Every inch of her is mine.
I stroke her through the silk, once, then twice, until she moans my name and her fingers tighten around my nape.
When she can barely take it anymore, our lips meet again in another long kiss, while my hand continues its slow, maddening exploration of her sensitive flesh below, every touch making her melt further into my arms. I work her up, my fingers aching to move the barrier of the silk and touch her bare.
I would. Just not tonight and not like this. Siya feels that restraint too.
I’m one second away from tearing that silk and pulling her onto my lap for better access, when Siya stops me.
She grips my wrist so tightly that I immediately still.
I don’t realise her panties are completely soaked from my ministrations.
My hand retreats at once, leaving her exactly as she is, without making her ask twice.
Her breathing is ragged. Her entire body trembles against mine as though her heart is trying to break free from her chest. I cup her face between my palms and search her eyes to make sure she’s all right.
She is. But just overwhelmed.
“Tomorrow evening...” I murmur softly.
Siya nods. We keep looking at each other for a moment before I help her to her feet.
Even standing seems difficult for her now, her legs still unsteady beneath her.
I reach for the satin robe lying where she had dropped it earlier and gently drape it over her shoulders.
She slips her arms through the sleeves and ties the sash around her waist, still avoiding my gaze.
When she turns to leave, I slide my arm around her waist again and pull her back against my chest.
Why the f*ck can’t I stop touching her?
Lowering my head, I press one last kiss to the side of her neck. Siya blushes instantly and gives me a little nudge with her elbow before hurrying out and disappearing towards the villa.
I remain exactly where I am, unable to stop smiling as I watch her go. What just happened between us hardly feels real, and tomorrow, when she finally finds out what I’ve planned for her, I hope she smiles exactly the way I imagine she will.