Page 35 of The Rules of Playing with Fire

“Then, of course, I wonder how your big nipples will feel on my tongue, against the roof of my mouth, firmly clenched between my teeth.”

A gasp, a shuddered breath, more rumbling in my stomach. And below it.

Pleased, he pushed himself off the glass and gazed at me with a lusty look.

“Not enough?” he asked, drawing delight from my distraught condition.

Holding his hand out, he air-glided his finger along my arms. My skin rippled, and he paused to enjoy the fruit of his torment. The finger then traveled to my lips and down my throat, over my chest and stomach, then halted just below the navel.

My thighs clenched, and he saw it.

“Tell me when you want me to stop,” he whispered.

He brought the finger to hover over the lace of my shorts, still not touching me.

“Stop,” I pleaded.

If the idea of his touch was sending me into realms of ecstasy, I wondered if I would be able to survive when he actually put his hands on me. I would surely melt. I would combust.

I wanted that destruction.

“Mihir…” I finally managed.

“Yes, Sona? Are you ready to touch me yet?”

Without another thought, I brought my hand to clutch his shirt and pulled him down toward my face. I stopped inches away from his, but he didn’t move, didn’t lean in. Ruthless, I thought as I huffed with annoyance.

With my gaze on his inviting lips, I inched closer. Shuddering in my skin, I gently placed my lips on his. A sudden electric buzz traveled up my spine, and I stepped back instantly.

I hadn’t anticipated how defenseless I would feel in his arms. For all my bravery and bravado, there was a high chance I would end up melting against his body in a pathetic mess.

But the line had been toed, the Lakshman Rekha breached. The boundary that shouldn’t be crossed had been transgressed in more ways than one.

I stood blinking at him, my heart jumping to my mouth.

“That’s it, Sona. That’s all I needed,” he whispered as he extended his hand to touch my face. The chin first, and he dropped a soft kiss on it. I gasped and found the courage to pull my arms around his firm body.

He stepped closer into my arms and ran his finger over my lips. Then, as if he could hold it back no more, he lowered his mouth to mine. His soft lips made me dizzy. His clean soap smell, mingled with the cedar notes of his lotion, rubbed into my skin, and I began to melt in his arms just as I had feared.

His tongue nudged my lips apart, and I nearly lost my bearing. I kissed him like I was hungry, and he was the only thing that could satiate me. A deep growl emanated from his chest and egged me on.

I stepped back into the mirrored wall as his weight came down on me. His mouth traveled down my throat, and a moan escaped my lips. Then he whipped me around, and my stomach landed firm against the glass. When I felt his lips on the side of my neck, I pulled myself up to catch our image in the mirror. His eyes met mine, and I looked away.

“Look at me,” he growled in my ear before he put distance between the wall and us.

I returned my eyes to the mirror as he kissed the side of my neck and along my clavicle. I felt the heat from his soft breath on my skin. Moving my hair over one shoulder, he slid his hand across my stomach, over my lace shorts. My body reacted with a quick, involuntary shudder.

His hand steadied. “Are we alright?” he asked.

“Yes.” I rasped. “You’re so…”

“Sexy?” he offered and placed a soft kiss on my nape. I leaned back on his body, and his hands came around my waist.

“No,” I said as he leered at me in the mirror.

“Hot?” His eyes followed his hands as they caressed the curve of my waist before coming to rest on my wide hips.

With another shake of my head, I said, “Incorrigible is what I had in mind.”

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