Page 18 of Driven By Desire
“I hate coffee.” Slipping a little and making wet, squelching noises, she walked over to a nearby wrought iron table that held her tools. Even knowing she was behaving badly, she couldn’t quite stop herself. She was fed up of this blow hot blow cold seesaw that he had going with her. Scrubbing at her hands with a cloth that was at the moment even filthier than the hands she was trying to clean, she kept her back to him.
“Tea then?”
The question had her turning to scowl at him. “How about if you just went away?”
“It ismyhome.” Grinning as her scowl deepened, he shoved his own, clean hands into his trouser pockets and said, “If you’re done wallowing in grease and your bad mood, would you like to come in? Have a shower? Clean up?”
“No, thank you.”
“Come on, Max. You need to clean up, at the very least. It’s not like you can drive home like that.”
Shivering a little now as the chill winter breeze wafted over her damp overalls, Max shook her head stubbornly and continued to scrub ineffectually at her hands.
“Max,” Cautiously coming closer, Krish reached over and grabbed a corner of the grimy cloth. Tugging at it, he said, “You’re being ridiculous.”
Tightening her grip on the fabric and pulling back, Max glared. “I’m being responsible. I have to clean up this mess. Let go of my cloth.”
Finding himself suddenly in the middle of an infantile tug of war over a dirty piece of cloth, Krish let go with a muttered ‘fine’ at the same time as Max gave it another vicious yank.
The unexpected victory had Max stumbling back and tripping over her own feet. Struggling to find her footing, she flailed desperately only to connect with a rock hard chest. Strong arms tightened around her and pulled her back from what was bound to have been a humiliating fall. The wet splat with which she landed against him had her groaning with mortification. Wincing at the sight of the black streaks she’d left on his otherwise spotlessly clean cream colored shirt, Max closed her eyes and dropped her head against his chest. A chest that appeared to be shaking with suppressed laughter, she noted sourly.
Fisting her hands in his shirt, she took satisfaction in spreading the stain even further before stepping back carefully.
Eyeing his ruined shirt, Krish murmured mildly. “That was a mistake.”
When she only smirked at him in response, he reached for the previously fought over grimy rag that now lay at his feet.
“You wouldn’t-“ Was all she managed to get out before the filthy cloth hit her full in the face.
No longer able to keep it in, Krish doubled up with laughter when her stunned, oil streaked face came into view as the cloth slowly slid off her face.
“I can’t believe you did that.” Vowing vengeance when he continued to laugh, Max looked around a trifle wildly. Grabbing the open can of motor oil on the wrought iron table near her, Max lunged for him. Managing to get a slippery hold on his shirt, she yanked it away from his chest and emptied the can inside his shirt. Grinning gleefully, she jumped back from his retaliatory swipe. Unfortunately, she didn’t manage to get completely out of reach before he grabbed her by the back of her overalls. Hauling her back, he wrapped his hands around her waist keeping her pressed against him.
Intent on making sure the oil that soaked his front seeped through whatever few dry patches were left on the back of her overalls, it took him a moment to realize she’d gone completely still in his arms. Another moment brought the stunning realization that one of his arms was resting just below the gentle swell of her breasts. Chests heaving from their previous horseplay, they stood, frozen, for several seconds processing the unwitting intimacy of their position.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, Max felt Krish’s head dip slowly towards the curve of her neck. A whisper of a kiss feathered gently along the slope of her shoulder and traced its way over to the sensitive skin near her ear. Shivering now but not from the cold, Max instinctively arched back bringing her buttocks in contact with the hard length of his arousal. Lost in the sensations swarming through her, sheleaned back against him and tilted her head to one side in open invitation.
A low groan signified Krish’s surrender even as his hand slipped up and cupped her breast firmly. Strong fingers massaged and stroked her making Max fervently wish she could burn the damn overalls between those fingers and her skin. Like an answer to her prayer, she heard the soft hiss of her zip being pulled down. Reaching back, she fisted her hands in the rough silk of his hair and tugged to bring his lips to her own.
Spinning her around, Krish cupped the back of her head with one hand and brought her questing lips to his. His other hand sneaked into the opening afforded by the undone zipper and caressed the soft satiny silk of her waist. Desire slammed through him as her soft, eager lips opened beneath his. Letting his hands wander lower, Krish cupped her bottom and hoisted her up.
Willingly wrapping her legs around his waist, Max gasped as the sensitive, swollen core of her came in contact with him. Without conscious volition, her body ground itself against his ripping a raw groan from him. Moving forward till her back was against the garage wall, Krish pressed even closer as he ravaged her mouth in a soul wrenching kiss. Swallowing her tiny, breathy moans, he slipped his tongue in and tasted her like he’d been wanting to from the moment she’d crashed into his life. Tightening her legs around his waist and her hands in his hair, Max held on for dear life and gave in to the maelstrom of sensation that erupted through her every nerve ending.
His lips did wicked, scandalous things to hers even as his hands slipped her upper body out of the loosened overalls. Stunned at what he’d uncovered, Krish drank in the sight of her toned, creamy chest covered in the barest scrap of pale pink lace.
“You wear pink lace under your overalls?” The hoarse whisper was barely recognizable as his own. “I’m going to be fantasizing about this for the rest of my life.”
“I have a thing for lingerie.” The sheepish confession had him grinning even through the storm of desire riding him. Using one finger to trace the curve of her bra, he dipped his head again for a taste of his personal brand of ambrosia. Gentling his kiss now, he took her mouth in lazy, languid strokes that mimicked his hand movements on her breast. Slender fingers reached up to cradle his cheek with a gentleness he hadn’t realized he’d missed or even wanted until that moment. Lips tingling like never before, he pulled back from his lazy exploration of her mouth and placed a tender kiss into the palm that still cupped his face.
“Oh my God!”
“I know.” Giving her a rueful smile, he kissed the fingertips now resting against his lips. “This wasn’t what I had planned when I came out to ask you if you’d like coffee.”
“No. Your lips.” Shoving him back, Max disentangled her still trembling legs from around his waist and braced herself against the wall. “They’re swollen.”
Puzzled, Krish brought his hands up to his lips, belatedly realizing they were still tingling. Rather alarmingly. Pushing back, he walked over to the car parked closest to him and took a look at himself in the side mirror. His lips were the size of mini bananas and come to think of it, his throat was feeling suspiciously tight. He looked like a dazed and passion flushed chimpanzee. Wonderful.
“Krish?” Max’s anxious voice broke through his stunned examination of his face. “I think we need to go to the hospital.”
