Page 54 of Right Where I Belong
God. He was so damn sexy.
He stepped away from the bed, peeling off the rest of his clothes until he stood bare before her. Her breath caught. Every sculpted inch of him was breathtaking in its strength, power, and masculinity. Her eyes traveled over his body, lingering on the rigid evidence of his desire—thick, proud, utterly tempting.
Moving closer, he freed her lower lip from her mouth.
“Touch me, Sabrina,” he said.
Rising onto her knees, she reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his length. A strangled sound escaped him, and his eyes fluttered shut. Encouraged, she began to stroke him, slow and curious, learning the shape of him. His hand came down gently over hers, guiding her movements, making them firmer, more deliberate. Their eyes met—hers wide with wonder, his dark with pure, raw need. Her eyes never leaving his, she kneeled on the floor and took him in her mouth.
“Fuck,” he growled, throwing his head back.
His blissful expression spurred her on, and she took him deeper into her mouth, her movements guided by his moans, the rasp of his breath, and the way his hand gripped her hair. Every sound he made told her she was driving him wild.
But then, his hand stilled her. “No more,” he growled, voice raw. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
He lifted her effortlessly and laid her back on the bed. After a quick moment to protect them both, he came over her, their bodies aligning perfectly. His mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss, and then, with one powerful stroke, he filled her completely.
He lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, anchoring her to him. Then he began to move. Slow, deep strokes that quickly turned urgent, relentless. Sparks of pleasure raced through her, the storm of desire rising again, fiercer than before. Her moans turned into breathless cries as sensation overwhelmed thought. Aditya was everywhere, consuming her, taking over her mind and soul. His hands cradled her face, and his lips brushed hers tenderly even as his body ravaged hers, each thrust pulling her in deeper under his spell.
Heat bloomed low in her belly, spiraling outward until it consumed her whole. Her mouth parted in a silent cry as she shattered in his arms, unravelling into pieces she wasn’t sure shecould gather again. And only then did he follow, surging once, twice before he let out a roar, coming undone inside her.
Aditya collapsed against her, his breathing as ragged as hers, their bodies slick with heat. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to his warmth as her mind tried to process the storm he’d just awakened inside her again. What she’d felt with him was more than anything she’d read about, more than she’d ever imagined or experienced. It was soul-deep, dizzying, earth-shifting. And she knew one thing for sure—she wanted to feel it again. With him. If four weeks remained of their time together, then she wanted to spend every night in his bed, experiencing this again and again.
17
Aweek had passed since the night of their date. The night that had ended way beyond his dreams.
They’d woken up in the morning wrapped around one another, and one kiss had led to two until he was making love to her all over again, slow and unhurried, as if the world outside didn’t exist. They’d left the bed much later, ordering room service for breakfast. Then he’d dropped her home, only to return an hour later, determined to take her sightseeing. He loved Singapore, and he wanted her to love it too.
He’d never forget how her hand had stayed locked with his as he’d showed her around the various sites—Gardens by the Bay, the Supertree Grove, a quick walk through the Cloud Forest, and even a playful round on the Singapore Flyer. He loved making her laugh—teasing her, kissing her in quiet corners like they were teenagers on a stolen date. Since that night, they’d slipped into a rhythm, a pattern he now craved like oxygen.
Each morning, he’d wake up with Sabrina wrapped in his arms. He’d drop her home after breakfast, so she could get to her classes. And every evening, without fail, he’d pick her up from college. Then he’d take her back to his hotel, where they’d spendthe night together, ordering in, watching TV, drinking wine, and making love. It was perfect.
He watched her now from across the table as she studied the menu, her brow furrowed in concentration, the overhead lights casting a golden glow on her face. God, she was so beautiful. So dangerously addictive.
It was a Friday night, and he’d insisted on taking her out. Sabrina had told him that she had asked Shauna to join them too. She had formed an easy friendship with her, and the younger girl had absolutely nothing to do tonight. Besides, Sabrina had hardly met Shauna in the past week and felt guilty for not being around. He didn’t mind. Shauna was Raashi’s sister-in-law, Sameer and Rishi’s younger sister. And he was fond of her. She was lively and easy company. They were waiting for her now at a cozy little restaurant Shauna had sworn served the best Singaporean food in the city.
A waiter approached, filling their glasses with a deep red wine.
“I hope the wine’s good,” Sabrina said.
He lifted his glass, swirling it once before sipping. He smiled. “Malbec is always a good choice.”
Her lips curved, pleased, though a flicker of hesitation followed. “I hope you don’t mind drinking wine with me so often.”
He laughed. “Not in the least. Your course requires you to learn about wine pairings, and what better way to learn than to try them all with me?”
Her laugh was soft and warm, the kind of sound that made the restaurant fade around him. Her phone beeped, and she smiled as she read the text.
“It’s Aisha. Oh, look at this picture!” She turned her phone to show him a picture of her son hugging Aisha. Behind them was the Buckingham Palace.
“Ahaan looks happy,” he said.
Her eyes warmed as she looked at the picture again. “Seeing him happy makes me so happy. I’m glad he’s doing this with Aisha’s family. He’s loving his program in London too. He’s been raving about how much his bowling has improved.”
“Tell me more about him,” Aditya said. “You said he loves cricket. What other sports does he play?”
“Oh, he loves football too, and recently, he’s started to learn roller skating. He’s picked it up very well. In fact, I have to buy him a pair of inline skates when I return. You know, those ones with wheels in a straight line. They are sleeker and faster than the regular ones, I’ve been told.”
