Page 48 of Driven By Desire
“Wow! Really? I had no idea?” Tossing her bag on to the couch, she beamed her widest smile at him.
When he only raised one enquiring eyebrow and looked down the length of that disgustingly aquiline nose at her, she laughed, “Was just responding to all the scintillating conversation floating around. Such fun!”
Leaning negligently against the wall, Krish continued to give her that supercilious look that managed to convey ‘stop-behaving-like-a-madwoman’ with one barely there sneer.
Fighting the urge to bare her teeth in response, she walked past him to her bedroom. Pulling out her most comfortable nightshirt, she stormed into the bathroom. Not bothering to wait for water to heat up, she stripped and ducked under the cold spray of the shower. She stayed in there for far longer than necessary. The man didn’t take the hint. If this were a movie or a book, he would have stripped off and joined her in the shower. They would have made mad, frenzied love and ended the fight in a blaze of glorious abandon and legendary passion.
Disgruntled and fighting an out of proportion disappointment, she towel dried her hair and slipped into her nightshirt. Walking out in a full blown snit, she tossed her damp hair out of her face and came to an abrupt halt. Her lover/boyfriend/relationship person, whatever, was sprawled across her bed and fast asleep. Shirtless and in formal trousers that rode low on his hips, he set off the mouthwatering again. Settling down next to him, she grabbed her Kindle from the nightstand and started reading from where she’d stopped the previous night.
Dusk slipped into night and Krish showed no sign of waking. Reaching over, Max covered him with the comforter and settled him in as comfortably as possible before returning to her book. The peace and quiet of the unexpectedly intimate moment had her feeling mellow and relaxed. Propping her kindle against his motionless bare shoulder, she shifted on to her side and continued to read.
Somewhere in the middle of the intense climax, pun intended, scene, she looked up to find a pair of steady eyes fixed on her.
“You’re awake.” Throat dry even as she stated the obvious, she sat up and shut her kindle. “Dinner? I can have some biryani delivered.”
“Why did you think I was embarrassed by you?”
Sonowhe was in the mood to talk. Flopping back against the pillow next to him, Max stared up at the ceiling. It was easier than meeting his eyes. “I’m not exactly the ideal woman.”
“Who would be the ideal woman?” Supporting himself on one bent arm, he loomed over her making it impossible to avoid eye contact.
“Someone who cooks like a dream and dishes out homely advice with every serving of food,” she mumbled.
“Are you trying to set me up with your father?”
That managed to startle a laugh out of her. “You know what I mean.” With a low groan she buried her face in the pillow. “I’m not exactly the total package.”
“And someone nine years older than you with a readymade family and a job that takes over every spare minute of his life is?”
“So you’re a convert huh?”
Tugging at a loose lock of her hair that had slipped across one shoulder, he repeated, “A convert?”
“You were the one against anything happening between us and now suddenly you’re an advocate?”
“That was before I got to sample your charms.” Hauling her giggling body over to lie on top of him, he tucked the long strands of hair behind her ears so he could look at that pixie face.
“I notice you didn’t say my ample charms.”
Blessing whoever came up with the concept of nightshirts, he whipped it up and over her head in a second leaving her splendidly naked in his arms.
Cupping her breasts, he drew her into a soft, tender kiss before murmuring, “Who needs ample when I have perfect?”
Max had always snorted disdainfully at those romance novel heroines who melted into the hero’s arms. Now that she was a helpless, gooey puddle in Krish’s arms, she found herself rapidly revising her opinion of them.
Rolling her on to her back, Krish leaned over her and kissed her while running his hands down her body in long, lazy strokes. The delicious friction of his trousers against her bare legs had her gasping even as she strained to hold him closer. The next several moments passed in soft gasps and breathy moans, both of which Max happily claimed ownership off.
He played her body with a skill and finesse that had her giving those romance heroines a run for their money. Much later, cuddled up under the comforter with him stroking one slow finger down her spine, she mumbled again, “Biryani?”
“Are you always hungry?”
“Most of the time.” Scrambling out of bed, she slipped back into the nightshirt much to his regret. “Or Pizza? Oooh or maybe a bucket of chicken wings from KFC?” Still talking to herself, she walked out leaving him to pull on his pants and follow.
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“A bucket of chicken wings and mutton biryani?” Krish stared. “That combination makes no sense.”
“Uff. Everything doesn’t have to make sense. Don’t be so stuffy.” Rummaging in the fridge for something to drink, Max missed Krish’s pained wince. Emerging victorious with a bottle of wine, she handed it to him to open.
