Page 34 of The Rules of Playing with Fire

“Hey,” he said when I stood gawking at him, honey dripping from my eyes at the sight, mouth at risk of drooling.

“H-hey…” I stuttered.

He raked a hand through his rumpled hair as a faint sound from the far end of the hallway made me swivel around with a start. The light from his room cast long shadows of our bodies across the hallway.

“You better come in,” he urged and closed the door behind me.

“Did you take a shower?” Stupid question.

“Yes.” Painfully obvious answer.

“I was thinking if you hadn’t, umm…found your relief yet, maybe I could help you.”

His response was a frown mixed with a smile. “Is that right?” He caught my eye, taking slow, determined steps toward me. “Is that why you’re here?”

I looked away from his powerful gaze and paced around the room, observing us in the plentiful mirrors along the walls. The only place I couldn’t spot them was the ceiling, thank goodness, although that should’ve been the most obvious choice to put mirrors.

“Are these mirrored walls a lifestyle choice or a coincidence?”

He laughed. “Well, it’s Grant, so I can say with certainty it’s a lifestyle choice.”

I blinked. “Why aren’t there any on the ceiling?”

He looked up. “I don’t know. I’ll ask him the next time I see him.”

He stood by the bed as I walked about, inspecting the interiors. “Yeah, it’s for a reason that there’s an entire hallway between this bedroom and the others. I’m willing to bet it’s soundproof too.”

“So, are we doing this?” I asked, the blood thundering in my ears.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” I said with a shy smile.

He cast me a crooked smile, then walked across the room and twisted the lock with a triumphant flair. Tossing his towel away, he strode over to me.

The room around me stilled as he kept advancing.

“Remember my promise to Sameer?” he asked. “I’m not going to touch you.”

It was clear he was goading me. I was in his room, in my negligee underneath that robe. He could have devoured me cold, and I wouldn’t have complained.

Then again, that would’ve been considerably less fun than baiting me into making the first move. He was a player, after all, and I hadn’t forgotten that. I wouldn’t forget that, I reminded myself.

He took another step toward me, and my heart began racing. I took a step back, then another, as he kept advancing. He locked his eyes with mine, and in another step, my back was flush against the glass. I gasped.

“Now you have nowhere to run, Sona Thomas,” he said with a heavy voice and took another step closer.

That was it. That’s all it took to break down the walls around me.

I undid the knot on my robe and shook it off me to let it pool at my ankles. The cold glass stunned me, pressing into every curve on my back.

His eyes widened before he composed himself. He brought his hands to rest on the glass, caging me between them. His eyes roved along my face, studying each feature carefully. They slipped down to my clavicle before he brought them back and steadied them on my eyes. He hadn’t touched me yet, and I was palpitating already.

“Sona.” His voice thundered in my ear, and my stomach took a sharp dip. “Let me tell you how I imagined this.” His eyes dropped down to my chin. “Yes, this is where I want to start, at that gentle curve in your chin. Would you like me to kiss it gently or lick it raw with my tongue?”

I gasped hard. He smirked, and his eyes moved up to my lips. They parted on impact from his powerful gaze. “How will your luscious lips feel in my mouth? Will you let me bite them?”

My palms landed flat on the glass, cold in stark contrast to the onslaught of warmth from Mihir’s body. My chest rose and fell in quick succession, and his eyes darted to my breasts.

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