Page 37 of Addiction

She shook her head, freeing her mouth from his touch. “Not even a tiny bit.”

“Then why are your fingers trembling? Why are your cheeks flushed, and why haven’t you fastened a single button on my shirt?”

He tugged her hand. She fell against his chest. His arms wrapped around her, and he pulled her tight against him. Theheat from his body seared into her skin, heating her up. The lust that was always simmering in her when he was near, raised its head and demanded attention. She looked up and found his gaze on her. A shudder glided down her spine. His hot gaze fell on her mouth, causing goosebumps on her skin. Everything around her was slowing down. Even the air around her electrified and thickened with tension.

“I think that you are beginning to like me,” Armaan rasped. “You’re just too afraid to say it out loud.”

“No, I h… hate you.”

He caressed her cheek. “No, you don’t. Stop lying to yourself,moya milaya.”

“What does it mean…moya milaya?”

His eyes warmed. “Moya milayameans my darling.”

Her heart sped. A far corner of her mind was telling her to move back and let him go. That she shouldn’t start something with him that she didn’t want to finish. She blocked out all that noise. It didn’t matter at the moment. What mattered was how good she felt when she was with him. How alive bantering with him made her feel. She moved closer and inhaled his delicious scent. Her eyes latched onto his mouth.

Armaan smirked. “Baby, if you want me to kiss you, then you will have to ask.”

That single tiny cell in her brain that was still working made her ask, “Why me, Armaan?”

“When I know the answer to that, I will tell you. Now, are you going to ask me to kiss you or not?”

The words to reject him wouldn’t even form in her mouth.

“Fuck, I’m going to hell already, anyway. So, kiss me, and make it good.”

His smiling mouth fell on hers, and she was lost. He pressed tiny kisses on her lips, making her yearn for more. She moaned, and his tongue slipped past her lips. That’s it. That’s what shewanted. His tongue met hers, sweeping and sliding. Damn, he tasted divine. He tasted of sinful nights and bad decisions. And she wanted to be bad with him. So very bad.

She ruffled his hair and held his neck tighter. She wanted more; her body demanded more, and she pushed closer to him. She wanted to sink into him, to be one with him. He apparently felt the same because the pressure of his tongue became more urgent, more demanding… God, her knees were going weak. Her body began to throb.

As if understanding her need, Armaan swivelled and set her down on top of her desk. He moved in between her legs and began to unbutton her shirt, and at the same time, she pulled his shirt out of his trousers. She tugged, and his last button tore. She stared at his chest and finally did what she’d been imagining. Unabashed, she put her hands and mouth on his chest.

Armaan growled. His hand caught her head as her mouth roamed down his chest, then up and then down and then to the side, and then to the base of his neck. God, she wanted to taste every inch of his skin. He lifted her head and freed her hair from the scrunchie holding them. Her long hair fell in waves around her. He lifted a soft strand and caressed it between his fingers. Her heart clenched.

Heat flickered in his gaze as he kept staring at her. “Baby, you’re stunning.”

Liquid pressure coiled under her skin, making her whole body vibrate with longing. He laid her down and then claimed her lips again, leaning on top of her. His bare chest met her bra covered one, and a jolt went through her core. She was melting against him. He pressed his hardness into the vee of her denim-clad legs, and she moaned. God. She burned. Oh, how she burned. She felt too much, and desired even more. She rocked against his arousal, needing the friction. Every stroke of him against her core made her melt even more. His mouth coveredhers again, as if he was unable to stop kissing her. Her arms tightened around his neck. There was no going back from this. There was only going forward. And she wanted to go there with him.

“WHAT. THE. FUCK.” Ananya’s loud scream jolted her out of her lust-filled haze. She tried to get up, but Armaan held on to her, continuing to kiss her, uncaring that her sister was watching them.

She lifted his face. “Armaan, let me go.”

“I don’t want to.” He kissed her lips again.

“You have to.”

“Why?”

“Because shit just hit the roof.”

He was laughing as he released her.

“Get dressed, both of you,” Ananya ordered, covering her eyes with her hands.

Navya quickly adjusted her clothing. Beside her, once again, Armaan was back to looking his suave and sophisticated self. Only his reddened lips and messy hair were proof of what they’d been doing. She had no mirror to look at, but she was certain she fared worse. Armaan patted her hair, straightening a few strands, and wiped the corner of her lips. She couldn’t and wouldn’t process that warm gesture. Armaan turned to face Ananya, who was now watching him like she wanted to claw his eyes out.

Navya took a step forward. “Hi. How come you’re here?”

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