He hated himself because he desired her. He hated that he found her more intoxicating than anything in the world. He hated that despite who she was, he constantly craved her.
Her lips curved slightly. “You can have me,” she said in a seductive voice. She then placed a palm on his bare chest, the soft touch sending another shudder through him.
“No,” he clenched his jaw.
He stood still, unable to get himself to stop her from touching him. She held him under a spell.
“I remember the way you looked at me the first time we met,” she continued in the same tone. You couldn’t take your eyes off me…” her words trailed off as she went up on her toes to run her lips along his jawline. “I know you have been dreaming about me since that day, and every night.”
His breaths turned heavier and her touch was making him lose control. He did dream of her, every fucking night. But he didn’t want her to know that.
He continued to clench his fists to stop from reaching for her like he badly wanted to.
“Come on, Abhi,” she whispered seductively. “Kiss me. Touch me. Take what you want.”
“Stop,” he gritted.
But she didn’t listen. She pushed herself against him until his hard arousal rubbed against her soft body.
She let out a soft laugh. “Your mouth might be lying, but your body is speaking the truth. You want me.”
She rubbed her soft stomach against his hardness.
He gritted his teeth harder. Unable to control the desire coursing through his body like a raging storm, he held her hips to stop her. But instead of pushing her away, his body had a mind of its own and made him drag her even closer.
He then bent his head and crushed her lips underneath his.
She moaned loudly in half pleasure and in half pain because his kiss was rough and angry.
A shudder ran through him making him lose control over his desire. He wanted more than to just kiss her. He wanted to strip her and taste every inch of her soft skin. He wanted to throw her on the floor and open her legs and taste her sweet core before pushing deep into her while she cried out his name.
His hand yanked on her ponytail until her head tilted back even more and he could deepen their kiss.
But suddenly, she placed her palms on his chest and pushed him away. Their chests rose and fell as they drew in breaths. He wanted to drag her back, but she kept her distance.
He watched her as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand with a seductive yet innocent smile.
“I know what you need,” she said. “And what will make you forgive me.”
Keeping her gaze locked onto his, she slowly went down on her knees in front of him. And then she licked her soft, pink lips before reaching out to his sports shorts.
Abhi’s eyes shot open in darkness.
The sound of his heavy breathing combined with the sound of an alarm ringing next to him.
“Fuck,” he said, realizing he had been dreaming about his nemesis.
Again.
But even though it was a dream, his body was still painfully aroused. Gritting his teeth and ignoring the pain, he slowly sat up.
It was still dark outside but he had to go to the gym before rugby practice.
He pushed the sheets away and went into the bathroom.
Why the fuck can’t I stop dreaming about her?
The damn female has been haunting his dreams ever since she looked at him with her big, innocent eyes.