Page 73 of Pillow Talk
‘You are beautiful, Shona,’ he said in a gravelly voice.
He could hear her soft breathing.
He ran his fingers over the lace covering her bosom.
‘This is going to be more fun than the bridesmaid dress,’ he said just before his mouth claimed hers.
The kiss was slow, deliberate. He didn’t rush, and for once neither did she. Shona matched his pace, quietly letting herself sink into it.
He pulled back and turned her around, fingers carefully unfastening the brooch at her shoulder. It landed softly on the couch.
With a tug, he let the sari slip free. The pleats at her waist unravelled, the fabric sliding through his hands until she stood in just her blouse and underskirt.
‘I never realised how beautiful and versatile a sari really is,’ he said, placing it aside.
Shona raised an eyebrow. ‘Look at you, getting all cultured.’
‘Let’s not rush into nominating me for chairman of Rally’s Cultural Society. It’s less about the sari and more about who’s wearing it.’
That made her stomach flip.
‘You owe me for saving you from your matchmaking aunts,’ she said, changing gear.
He leaned in, lips grazing her ear.
‘You didn’t save me. You made it worse. They want to know when we’re getting married.’
Shona played along. ‘And what did you say?’
‘I said if I get to unwrap your sari on our wedding night, I’m in.’ His smiling mouth found her earlobe, slow and deliberate again.
Shona shivered. His words, his lips, everything about him wasundoing her.
He paused, then started with the hooks of her blouse. When he slipped the blouse off, he stepped back slightly, letting out a throaty groan. Her bra matched the lace of her sari blouse exactly.
‘So beautiful,’ he said, voice low.
His hands moved lower, then hesitated at the underskirt.
‘Mmm, I think I need help here,’ he said, trying to figure out how to open it.
Reaching for the hidden drawstring, she loosened it, letting it drop to the floor.
She stepped out, calm and sure.
He reached for her hand and led her to the bedroom. Neither said a word. The silence wasn’t awkward. It was comforting, like that was where she had always belonged.
The wedding blurred her feelings – she wanted Sen in every sense but …there were just too many buts.
He lowered her onto the bed and hovered for a second. He searched her face, then kissed her again, deeper this time. Shona moaned and pulled him closer.
His hands and lips moved with purpose now. Across her ribs, her waist, her thighs. Then lower. He took his time, tasting her, pleasing her and giving her ecstasy in every way.
She wanted more, reaching for him but then he suddenly stopped.
Shona opened her eyes and realised that Sen was fully dressed.
His eyes didn’t leave hers as he undid the button on the collar of his Sherwani coat. Shona licked her lips, watching him undress. And then he leaned over her.
