Page 109 of Lawfully Yours
The straps of her dress didn’t just slide…they gave way under the pressure, torn aside in the urgency of the moment. All she could feel was the press of his mouth against her skin, the burn of it, the way it drowned out every coherent thought. And for now, that was enough.
His fingers found the zipper at her back, and with one fluid pull, it was undone. Whether it washishands orhers…orboth…it didn’t matter. The rest of the dress slid from her body inseconds, pooling at her feet before he kicked it off the bed, never breaking contact.
Then his mouth was on her again, tracing over every curve of her breasts he’d spent far too long keeping his distance from. One moment, she was gasping, her head tipping back into the pillows; the next, her hands gripped the sheets tight, bracing herself against the ache curling deeper with every second.
She was only wearing the soft two-piece beneath, and despite years of marriage, this was the first time she had ever been this bare in front of him. But shame had no place here. If anything, a voice in her head whispered something bolder, daring him to strip her down completely.
And Kushal heard it.
Without hesitation, his hands moved to her back, his fingers finding the clasp of her bralette. With a tug, it came undone, sliding from her skin slowly. He paused for only a heartbeat, eyes dark with hunger as they drank in the rise and fall of her chest.
“F*ck,” he groaned before his mouth latched on her left breast, taking it fully in his mouth, while his palm kneaded the other, with the same intensity his mouth showed.
A soft cry left her lips with all the new sensations he was showing her body… All those months of waiting and overthinking if she did the right thing by wanting a divorce from him, now screamed at her how wrong she was. Ifthiswas what being his wife meant, then she didn’t want space. She wantedhim. All of him.
Somehow, Kushal seemed to sense every thought unravelling inside her. Like he could read the silent pleas she was too afraid to voice.
The next instant, his fingers slid lower, tracing the curve of her waist before gliding down her stomach, stopping just at the edge of where her control began to splinter. He looked into hereyes, as if seeking permission, and all she did was guide his wrist, pushing it lower. That was all the approval he needed before his fingers dipped into her silk panties.
She lost the ability to think straight as his fingers worked her up. There was nothing she could feel except him. He kept stroking her sensitive skin, muttering something intangible in her ears… kissing her… licking her jawline, all the while keeping his fingers glued in and out of her core. Arundhati was in another world. Within seconds, she saw it… the darkness behind her eyes, the white spots like stars in that darkness. Her body coiled, unable to take in the overflowing sensations, and in no time, she was writhing beneath him… chasing something she didn’t know could be this intense.
When she finally came undone, he pulled out his fingers and pressed another hard kiss to her, saying sweet nothings into her ear, until he realized she just dozed off, leaving himhardand wanting.
Chapter 19
Dalhousie Hotel - Next Morning
Arundhati stirred gently, her body stretching with the kind of ease that only came after deep, dreamless sleep. She reached her arms across the bed in a slow stretch before curling into the pillow beside her, a contented sigh slipping from her lips.
It felt like the first real rest she’d had in months.
The previous day had drained her completely.
They had made it to the semi-finals in the couple’s game. And yet... they lost. Because Kushal couldn’t tell the difference between chocolate sauce and Nutella?Seriously?
She groaned into the mattress. And just then, what transpired after they lost the game came rushing back in fragments.
Their argument once back in the room.
Her frustration.
That wild, impulsive challenge she’d thrown at him.
Blindfold me. Feed me. I’ll guess everything right.
Kushal tying the scarf around her eyes.
His teasing words.
That dangerously seductive tone that brought out double meaning in every sentence he uttered.
Her losing control.
She ripping the blindfold off.
Kissing him. Hard.
Her eyes flew open.
