Page 183 of Lawfully Yours
Her breath caught. This washergame,herrules, but somehow, he was already the one running it. Still, unable to resist, she obeyed. She dipped her finger into the jar, coated it in that glossy Nutella, and brought it to his lips.
The moment her finger brushed him, his tongue flicked out slowly, and he licked her clean. Her shaky gasp broke the silence.
“Kushal…” she whispered, her voice barely there.
But he didn’t stop until every trace of the chocolate was gone from her skin. She waited for him to guess, at least now, but instead, he rose to his full height, towering over her. “I need one last try,” he murmured.
Before she could ask what he meant, his hand found hers, guiding it back to the jar. Kushal dipped his own finger in this time, swirling it once, then brought it up, not to his mouth, but tohers.
He smeared the Nutella gently across her lips. She trembled and before she could understand, he leaned in and caught her mouth in one deep, open-mouthed kiss, hungrily tasting the chocolate…tasting her.
Unable to hold herself anymore, she too was about to kiss him back when he pulled away and said it.
“Nutella.”
She could hardly breathe as he tore the scarf from his eyes and looked at her. “I knew it the moment you fed me,” he confessed, his thumb brushing her swollen lip. “But when my wife wants to play, who am I to end the game too soon?”
She stood frozen, chest heaving, her lips glistening from his kiss as he took the jar from her and set it aside. “Now, take off this saree, Aru… before I shred it.”
Her throat went dry. “It’s my wedding saree. Show some respect.”
That did it. With a hunger he had restrained so far, Kushal slid the saree from her shoulder, layer by layer, in hurried movements, until the fabric spilt soundlessly to the floor at her feet.
He kept her words. He didn’t shred it. But the way he looked at her made her wonder if she’d survive what came next.
He whispered something low and sinful in her ear, something that made her skin heat instantly, before his mouth was on hers. The kiss was wild and hungry, their breathsmingling, tongues tangled, their hands everywhere, tugging at what little fabric still separated them.
Arundhati felt it. He had lost every ounce of control, but still, he was holding back, still taking it slow for her, and that restraint alone made her dizzy.
Her trembling fingers reached for his shirt, unbuttoning one, then another, until she pushed the fabric off his shoulder. But before she could even touch him, he lifted her effortlessly and laid her back on the bed, and hovered over her.
His kisses trailed lower, down her throat, over her collarbone, down to the curve of her breasts, worshipping her. And while doing this, his hands already worked on removing the rest of her clothing.
He murmured her name between kisses, between tugging off her blouse and saree skirt, leaving her only in her lingerie, before his teeth grazed her neck.
“What I want to do to you right now…” he growled softly, the words brushing hot against her ear, “you have no idea.”
“Then do it,” she replied, her breath coming fast, her back arching to his touch as he spoke.
Before she could anticipate what was coming next, his hand slid down, hovering at the edge of her silk panties. He had touched her before in Dalhousie, but this time things were different. He didn’t want the obstruction of the silk.
But reaching this far now, he didn’t have the patience to take things slow. Hence, the moment the silk obstructed his touch, he peeled it off her body, shredding it into two pieces. Arundhati’s eyes widened for only an instant before she met his hungry eyes. He hadn’t touched her yet.
“I need to taste you.” It wasn’t a plea but something more wild and utterly sexy, especially the way he said it.
Her lips parted, unable to understand if she had to reply to that at all. Kushal grinned before kissing her quickly once. “Itold you, I’m yet to taste my favourite dessert, Aru. “And right now,” he moved lower, without dropping his gaze from hers as he continued, “I’m craving for it.”
The next instant, his face moved between her legs, his nose and lips pressing against her where she ached for him the most. The sensation was so overwhelming, she pulled at his hair as pleasure and passion spread through her, watching his head buried in the most intimate part of her.
“Oh God.” She quivered, her eyes shutting at his onslaught.
The way his fingers arched inside her, the way his tongue flicked, the delicious scrape of his stubble that created the right kind of friction as he thrusted his mouth on her core, all erupted a swirl of sensations within her.
“Kush…” words choked in her throat as tremors took over her body. Spasms shot into her limbs, and within minutes she felt something building inside her.
‘How could a man do something so delicious?’was the last thought in her head before control became too hard to fight. She trembled, losing herself in moans before her body shuddered violently. Arundhati had never felt this kind of sensation in her body, so raw and violent, until tonight. Until him. Only him. She screamed his name as waves of ripples shot through her body.
He moved back up, watching her face and everything that he could read in those expressions, which was allhisdoing. When she finally stopped trembling and opened her eyes in the haze, he was still looking at her.
