Page 50 of Wicked Trap

She still found it hard to believe the arrogant jerk was such an amazing cook.

Not just an amazing cook but also an amazing kisser.

Her cheeks heated at the unwanted thought.

“Is the pizza too spicy?” he asked in amusement. “Your face looks flushed.”

The heat in her cheeks increased at his observation. “No. It’s fine.”

She hurriedly got up and went to the kitchen to wash the used plate in the sink. She needed to leave right away. She could wait outside her apartment while the locksmith removed the unit.

Finishing the cleanup, she turned to hurry out when she saw Arjun leaning against the kitchen entrance. Her heart began to race. His eyes were hooded, and the normally mocking smirk was missing from his face while he watched her.

“Dessert?” he asked huskily. “It’s the same as what we made together.”

Her heart began to thud. A loud voice inside her warned her to get the hell away from temptation. And the temptation wasn’t just in the form of the sticky, sweet dessert. It was also in the form of the tall, sexy man in front of her.

“I... I...” She wanted to refuse.

He took a step closer. She didn’t know if he wanted to go to the refrigerator or whether he was coming to her. Her heart raced, and she stepped towards him as well. It was to go out of the kitchen, she reasoned. But her skin broke out in goosebumps as they neared.

Electricity seemed to buzz around them in the small kitchen as they looked at each other. Once again, she didn’t know how it happened. One moment, they were looking at each other, and the next moment, she held his t-shirt and dragged him closer while his long arm wrapped around her waist.

Their mouths met hungrily.

Passion flared, and pleasure sizzled through her body. She felt hot and giddy with an urgent need for more. His mouth devoured hers again, his tongue tasting her and thrusting deep inside. She moaned with her nails digging into his skin through his t-shirt to pull him even closer.

He let out a half-growl and half-groan and dug his fingers into her hips. She felt him lifting her and carrying her somewhere. A moment later, her back hit something hard. It must have been a wall. He held her against it as they continued to kiss. Her body heated and melted against his as she wrapped her legs around him. She gasped and moaned when she felt his hardness rubbing between her legs. The pleasure that sizzled through her was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

But he suddenly stilled and a moment later, he dragged his mouth away from hers. “Fuck,” he cursed. His hot and heavy breaths fell against her ears. She took in deep gulps of air as well.

He spoke aloud. “If you are done, you can leave? We’ll pay you in the morning after you finish replacing the lock.”

Dazed and still floating in passion, it took her a while to realize he was talking to the locksmith working outside. Soft footsteps could be heard while the locksmith walked away from her apartment.

Slowly, Arjun raised his head and looked at her with hooded eyes. “Too many interruptions,” he said huskily. “Next time, we better lock the damn door.”

Shock ripped through her, along with embarrassment.

Oh God.

I kissed him. Again.

Her shock grew when she realized how her legs were wrapped around his hips, and she was clutching his t-shirt in a death grip.

She let go of his shirt and tried to push him off her. But he barely moved. His hard body kept her pinned against the wall.

“Let me go!” she said as shock and embarrassment grew.

He slowly stepped away, and her feet landed on the kitchen floor again. With her face flaming, she glared at him.

“Stop kissing me!” she snapped.

He raised an eyebrow. “You kissed me first.”

Heat grew in her cheeks. “This was a mistake,” she said. “It will never happen again!”

His mouth quirked. “If you say so.”

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