CHAPTER 22 Neel
Neel
We hurry out of the open courtyard, feeling like naughty school kids playing hooky. A fire burns inside me as I kiss her again under a beautiful gazebo in a secluded part of the garden.
I cup her face and breathe in her soft skin. She smells like flowers. I groan as I press my lips to hers. She moans into the kiss, tilting her head to trail kisses along my eyes and jaw. Her chest heaves as I hold her waist and pull her against me, as if trying to meld our bodies into one.
“Oh, God!” she moans.
The air is charged as the sounds of our kisses echo through the silent night. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths, ravishing one another.
Finally, I pull away. Her lips are red and swollen. She looks incredible, her eyes sparkling like fire, her breath hot and ragged.
I can still feel every touch as she kissed me. The way her hands mapped out my chest and back as if she wanted to feel every inch of me. The way she whimpered in my arms and stood on her tiptoes to reach my lips. The way she smiled into my mouth and unraveled me. The way she has me craving more.
“Kavita, you’ve cast a spell on me,” I say in a playful Darcy accent, gazing into her eyes as I catch my breath.
Her eyes shine in the darkness. “As you have me,” she laughs. “And that’s the first time I’ve left Pride and Prejudice unfinished. You sound as hot as Darcy just now and look just as ravishing.” She traces a hand down my thigh, finally making me lose all control.
“Do I?” The next thing I know, I’m turning her around, drawing her back against my chest. She whimpers as I caress her, my hand slowly tracing up her thigh beneath her dress, lingering at the curve where her legs meet.
“Please go on,” she whispers.
I barely hear her as she moans with pleasure and arches into me, settling against me with a soft sigh of delight. Her butt rubs against my crotch while I tease her core, my fingers grazing over her silk panties. Her breath quickens as my fingers slip into them and rub against her slickness.
“You’re wet,” I mumble, breathing in the sweet scent of her shampoo, feeling her hair on my face and lips.
I groan, my fingers working faster as she writhes in my arms. She gives out a cry as she comes, and I gently cover her mouth to muffle the sound.
She then falls limp against me, her chest heaving.
I hold her tight, kissing the side of her face and neck.
“Oh God! That was wonderful, Neel!” she whispers.
Suddenly, a loud thump startles us. We look up to see a cat leaping from a nearby roof.
“Come on,” I say, fixing her dress and tugging at her hand. I don’t want to be out here any longer where someone might see us. “Let me walk you back to your room,” I add, still simmering with desire.
We are barely inside the door when she pulls me toward her. One minute, we are at the door, and the next, we’re impatiently tearing off each other’s clothes.
“You look beautiful,” I say as she strips down to her lace bra and panties.
“So do you,” she says, tracing her fingers lazily on my bare chest. I lean in and kiss her, pressing my lips to hers, the space between our mouths fogging with hot, steamy breaths as she opens her mouth to let me in, moaning as I deepen the kiss.
It’s as if every feeling I’ve had for Kavita is now coming to the surface with such force my chest hurts as I think about the times I’ve wanted to kiss her. To make love to her. The countless nights I’ve spent tossing and turning on my bed at home, thinking about her.
Does she want me as much as I want her—all of her—now?
I don’t have to wait long for an answer. Her hands roam all over my hair, my neck, my chest, every inch of my body, like she can’t get enough of me.
A throaty sigh escapes me as her thighs press against mine.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she breathes. “Do you feel what I’m feeling, Neel?”
I nod into her neck, smothering her with kisses, feeling the softness of her breasts against my palms.
She tilts her head back, arching into me, the heat of her body searing me.
I can barely hold back, feeling my body melt at her touch, when she whispers in my ear, “Neel Menon, are you going to take me to bed or not?” She bites my ear lobe, making me lose all restraint.
Her eyes are bewitching. “I’m out of practice,” I admit, but she cuts off my words with a sweet kiss on my lips. Our tongues dance, circling, teasing.
I may not last another moment the way things are going as her hands slide down my thighs and she fondles me. “Neel, I don’t care. I just want—”
I cut her words and pull her against my chest, lifting her until her legs are off the ground. She lets out a sigh as I carry her to the bed and lay her down, my eyes never leaving hers.
“Undress me,” she pleads, and I reach behind her to unclasp her bra. Then, I straddle her hips, my fingers grazing her hip bone. She lifts herself so I can pull her panties down her legs.
She is undeniably beautiful and her core is so tantalizingly wet that I am dripping with longing.
She pushes her legs around me and looks at me, her eyes widening, as I tear the foil and position myself on top of her.
There is no stopping us as our bodies move together, a wildness pulsing through me. Oh God, this has been so long ago I can barely hold myself together.
It’s insane the intensity of my feelings for her as I gaze into her eyes and see the reflection of my hunger and longing in hers.
I pause to bend down, my lips sweeping over hers. “Sweetheart,” I sigh. “I’ve wanted this for so long, too.”
Then, we are back at it again. She trembles as our bodies rock. We’re both unable to form coherent words, the emotions surging through us, sweeping us along, tearing through the silence in the room with our loud groans and shuddering breaths, until finally, both of us come together.
I collapse next to her as she gives out a contented sigh, saying she wants to go on another round. But it’s pretty late. I have to go back to my room and let her sleep in peace.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay here tonight?” she asks, her voice breathy. Her hand trails down my chest, suggesting she would like to have more of me tonight.
I catch her hand, bringing it to my lips for a kiss. “Tonight has been mind-blowing, to say the least,” I laugh. “But I should go before I change my mind.”
Kavita pouts playfully but nods, understanding.
I kiss her again before I let her go. “Good night, Kavita.”
“Good night, you,” she replies, nibbling at my arm playfully.
Kavita watches me as I dress. Her look makes me want to stay, but it also reminds me of something I’ve been worried about.
“Kavita,” I say, turning serious, “do you think your parents would be okay with us dating?”
“I don’t want to think about what they’ll say,” she sighs. “Right now, I just want you to myself.”
“But eventually, they’ll find out. How do you think they’ll react?”
“It’s complicated with my family. I’m not ready to tell them yet.”
I pause, then nod. “I get it.”
“You don’t sound sure,” she says, looking worried.
“No, I do.” I reach over and wrap my hand around hers. “Do what’s best for you and your family.”
“For now, I want you to be only mine,” she smiles.
I wait until she’s dressed, too, before I turn to leave. I’m mostly feeling good about what we’ve decided. I’m certain of her need to wait to tell her family, and I totally get it.
But that doesn’t mean I’m not worried about the question hanging over our relationship. If things progress—and I really want them to—there’s her family to consider. Especially the question of whether they’ll be okay with their daughter dating an older man.