Page 55 of The Unwanted Husband
Unable to decide what she should do, she stayed still, her face turned away from him, bracing for him to leave and then have everything crash and burn between them. With this level of embarrassment, there was no coming back.
It wasn’t like she could get up and leave. She was in her bed. Moments of torture passed and her heart kept beating hard like it could not contain itself. Inadvertently, her eyes flew open and she looked at her.
Even in the dark, there was no mistaking that look in his eyes. It was deep, it was primal and there was no mistaking the sheer want in his eyes. Her hand flew to his cheek before running her fingers into his thick hair and the next second their lips melded.
She let out a moan that signaled to him how badly she wanted it. He kissed her with deep hunger and she welcomed his weight as he explored the depths of his mouth. She felt his hardness dig into her belly and she arched into him, her core dripping wet.
“Ashok,” she said against his lips before he pulled away to kiss the pebbled buds on her chest. She raised her back offthe mattress feeding him the flesh and when he sucked in a mouthful, she cried out his name and her body was so close to peaking.
How her body reacted to his every touch, kiss or a suckle was a clear indicator or how badly she had wanted him. She fumbled with his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. He looked down at her half bare chest with her night gown bunched at her neck like he was devouring every inch of her hotness.
Unable to contain herself, she reached out to touch the throbbing hardness and heard him groan. Encouraged by his response, she sat up halfway, sliding her hand over his chest, taking in those ripped muscles.
She took in the heat from his chest as he lowered himself, his weight on his hands as he planked over her. He held her gaze as she ran her palm over his chest and saw the shift in his eyes. The room was dimly lit but there was no mistaking the longing in his eyes.
She kept her hands over his shoulder as he lowered to claim her mouth again and she kept running her fingers into his dark hair. She had this overwhelming need to pleasure him and that was setting off something inside her. She raised her hips to meet his hardness and felt him shudder.
As if he sensed the shift in her, he lowered himself to land his shaft at the apex of her thighs. Her breath hissed and she could feel the heat through the layers of fabric . He kissed her hard as he rolled his hips making his girth do wonders to her core.
She had never felt anything like it and he wasn’t even inside her. She knew it would be explosive like no other time and just as she thought she was going to come undone, he pulled away. The shock made her eyes open and to her utter horror she saw him scramble away and run toward the door.
A moment later she heard the wails from the kids’ rooms. She swore under her breath, adjusting her sleep shirt before reaching for the robe. She slipped that on as she ran toward the twins’ bedroom.
She rushed into the bedroom to find the twins inconsolable.
“What happened?” she asked the nannies who looked shocked.
Ashok had managed to get them both out of their cribs but they would not stop crying. She approached him, her stomach twisting painfully. The sight of moisture on those chubby cheeks made her want to scream in anger.
She was so sure they either had a nightmare or dreamt about their parents who they will never see. Her eyes went to Ashok but he didn’t look at her.
As she got closer to Ashok, Vish who usually stuck to Ashok, reached out to wrap his tiny arm around her. Surprised by the sudden movement, she lost her balance for a bit, only to be steadied by Ashok’s arm wrapping around her waist.
A moment later, the little girl swept away from Ashok’s arms and slid onto Isha’s shoulder. That’s when she felt Ashok’s eyes on her. She looked up at him, holding both twins as they rested their heads on her shoulder on each side, still sobbing.
She had no idea what happened and why they wanted her and not their loving uncle but, in that moment, something became extremely clear.
What she had thought would be as easy as scratching the itch by getting into bed with Ashok would have complicated the whole situation. No matter how casually they addressed their attraction, there was no avoiding the awkwardness later.
She held the little ones to her with Ashok’s help as she sat on one of the couches set up in the large bedroom as they drifted back to sleep. He waited a few minutes and reached for one of the sleeping twins but they didn’t want to be moved.
At that point, she signaled Ashok to help her off the couch as she held the two kids to her. With Ashok holding the sleeping kids steady, they walked toward the main bedroom of the house, where they had put the kids to sleep when they had a major meltdown. Their parents’ bedroom.
She slowly sat in bed, and gently lay herself back on the bed with the twins on either side. Ashok instructed the nannies to go back to sleep and with that, he closed the door behind him and stood looking in her direction.
A few seconds later, he walked to the other end of the bed and settled into the couch that was set up to one side of the bedroom.
Hours later, Isha lay awake, swarmed in the warmth from the two sleeping toddlers next to her.
Why the heck did the twins want to be with her?
A short while ago, she was thinking she had to be on a plane to avoid the embarrassment of rejection and now there she was wondering how she was going to leave the twins behind?
She could not help but wonder what would have happened if the kids had not woken up when they did. A chill passed through her in spite of how cozy she was and that told her it would not have been good for anyone.
CHAPTER 20
After that night, and how it turned out, everything changed. He became aloof and she barely saw him. He avoided her like the plague, suddenly finding reasons to travel for work or staying at the office until well past midnight. The dedicated uncle and soon to be parent who never missed bath time with the kids was missing in action. And when he did come home, he made sure she was already asleep, slipping in and out like a ghost.
