Page 33 of The Surprise Bollywood Baby

“I wasn’t. I was afraid that someone would find out about us. I was afraid that I’d disappoint you. I was afraid that you’d realize that I was nothing but trouble...” She trailed off then added, “I was afraid of my own desires. We only got close at all because you were irresistible and kind and patient with me,” she whispered, a fierceness in her voice that made his gaze jerk to hers.

What he saw swimming in her eyes made his chest tight. Made him question all his assumptions of her all over again. She brought his palm to her mouth and pressed a sweet kiss to it. Dug her teeth into the rough pad of his palm. When he rubbed that lower lip that was beginning to haunt his dreams with one finger, she licked the tip. Her tongue wrapped itself around his digit. Her eyes holding his, she sucked on it as if it was her favorite lollipop and then released it.

He lengthened against her thigh and the smile she shot him was sheer perfection tempered with a flash of naughtiness that he wanted no other man to ever see. A little rumpled, a little undone, she looked like a siren. And with an artist’s eye, he saw that this was the promise he’d seen in the woman back then. She’d always been destined to be a queen. “This time, I demand everything you can give me,” she announced.

“Then shall I taste you,shahzadi?”

“Yes,” she said, letting her thighs fall open.

His erection notched into the cradle of her sex and Virat thrust his hips into that warm, inviting heat, unable to resist, and they both moaned. “God, you’ll have me dry-humping you like it’s our first time together,shahzadi,” he said, looking up, and she laughed. God, she felt perfect and he was insatiable.

His breath hitched at the poignant beauty in her face. It wasn’t just pleasure and beauty but some indescribable joy that lit her up from within. “I didn’t know sex could ever be such a warm, funny, raw experience until that first time the both of us made such a mess.”

Her laughter rang around them but he saw the shadows of pain beneath it. And Virat wanted every part of her—both the good and the bad, everything that had made her the woman she was today.

“Zara...”

“Not now, Virat,” she said. “Please, not here.”

She bent forward and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. Pleading and begging, it was the sweetest kiss he’d ever tasted. Raw with longing and something he wasn’t even sure he could return. “Now, what about what you promised? Because more than anything, I need you inside me. Now.”

He ran his mouth in a trail from her neck to the curve of her breast and the tight knot of her nipple exposed by the thin top. He tugged at the neckline roughly and it tore with a rasp. He tongued the plump nipple and then sucked it into his mouth, and Zara thrust her hips upward into his erection, seeking him.

He treated the other breast to the same treatment, the taste of her skin making him harder, crazier for all of her. Burying his face in the valley between her breasts, he peppered kisses all over her damp skin.

Fast fingers pulled away her top when he reached her belly, and he laughed and pressed his mouth into the soft curve there. And then he moved lower and breathed in the musky scent of her, licking the wetness waiting for him in a slow, soft stroke of his tongue.

Zara came off the sofa but he anchored her there with his hand on her belly and then added his fingers. Her fingers in his hair tightened and her moans grew in urgency and her thighs clutched him harder but Virat didn’t stop until she fractured against his tongue and his name was a litany on her lips.

He looked up and caught the one tear that had trailed down her cheek with his finger.“Shahzadi?”he whispered, afraid that he’d hurt her. But beneath that thin thread sat a much larger, uncomfortable truth. That he was never going to get enough of her.

She looked down at him and breathed in a long rasp. Nimble fingers undid his zipper and then clasped his erection. Her fingers were bolder and surer around him now as she pumped him hard and fast, just as he’d shown her he liked. “Inside me, now,” she said, on a husky demand, and Virat complied.

Pushing her legs back on either side of him, he entered her in one long thrust. The backs of his thighs tingled, every muscle ached with need, greedy for relief as he took her ruthlessly.

As his climax threatened to undo him, Virat wondered if there would ever be a time when he would look at Zara and not want her.

The setting sun limned Zara’s bare limbs with a golden glow as her lashes fluttered awake. Virat ran a finger over the delicate lines of her collarbone. He hadn’t missed how quickly she’d fallen asleep again when they’d moved to the bed or how drawn her face looked even after two days of R and R.

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, unable to resist. “Have you lost weight since Bhai’s wedding?”

She frowned. “Why do you ask?”

He shrugged. “You looked as if you needed the break more than I did. And two days of special Virat Raawal treatment later—” she let out an outraged gasp and pressed her foot into his chest “—you still look pale,shahzadi.”

“Maybe because these two days didn’t officially count as a break for me.”

His curse reverberated in the room. “Damn it, Zara. You should have told me you were still rehearsing—”

“What I want is to not be treated as if I’m fragile or breakable. I wanted to make love in all the positions we’ve tried. According to some research groups in Sweden, women hit their sexual peak at thirty-five. I bet you’re only saying this to cover the fact that you can’t keep up with my demands.”

He laughed and her gaze hungrily ate him up. He bent and ran a finger over her cheek. “You’re beginning to look almost gaunt, Zara.”

She scrunched her nose in that cute way of hers that made him smile. “I haven’t been eating well. And yes, my nutritionist and personal trainer are both a little worried that I’m losing muscle. But, as I reminded them, I have been dancing for three hours a day for the last three weeks. That’s more cardio than at any other time in my life.”

“That’s true,” Virat said, sitting up and leaning against the headboard.

Her hair in glorious disarray, Zara held the edge of the soft duvet against her chest and looked around for her clothes. Virat gave the duvet a swift tug on his side and it slipped between her fingers.

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