Free Killer in the Shadows! by Amit Nangia Page B

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Main toh bas vaise hee keh rah tha
,” he grinned.
    A tiny smile played on her rosy lips. “Thanks. I do feel safe when you’re around.” Then she turned and hurried into the bathroom.
    Abhay sat down on the couch. He heard the water running, and he could picture Naina stripping down to her beautiful nothingness and slipping under the shower, her rosy nipples taut and glistening with water, her bare wet legs begging for his touch. Junior was getting edgy in his trousers. He muttered a curse, then settled onto the couch and covered junior with a cushion. Naina felt safe with him. But she wasn’t really safe with him. He wanted to take her to bed and show her his raging desire. He bithis lip and waited for the water to turn off, silently praying that she had not locked the door.
    Naina relaxed under the hot water and stared at the unlocked door, wondering if Abhay had seen the flicker of need she’d unveiled before she’d rushed into the bathroom. She was too afraid to ask him to join her, too afraid he would say no. Her body tingled with anticipation at the mere thought of him sitting on her sofa while she stood naked under the shower. What would she do if he opened the door and joined her? Naina grabbed her robe, embarrassed at her sinful thoughts. If he wanted her, he would make a move, and obviously he hadn’t. She slipped on her silky robe and combed the tangles from her wet hair.
    Junior was not going to get suppressed by a cushion. As junior moved to his senior position, Abhay rushed inside the room and turned the bathroom door knob. He wanted her with an intensity that made him question his own sanity. The bathroom door opened and Naina stepped out from the bathroom, her hair wrapped turban-style in a towel, her creamy skin glowing.
    Uff little late ho gaya. Chalo koi baat nahi
, he thought. He swallowed a groan and closed the distance between them. He traced one finger down her jaw, then lowered his mouth to hers. Gently, he savoured the yearning he felt in her response, the soft moan that escaped as she parted her lips and teased his mouth with her tongue. She tasted sweet, and his ache for her grew as he deepened the kiss. She caressed his jaw with her soft palm, and he thought he would die from the raw need that surged through him. He pulled her tight against him, wrapping his arms around her waist. Naina clasped her hands behind his neck andswayed with him to the seductive rhythm. Nuzzling his throat, she inhaled his masculine scent. Smooth skin greeted her questing lips as they strayed across his jawline.
    Abhay and Naina lost themselves in each other, allowing their hands and mouths to explore each other with tantalizing slowness. Naina slipped her fingers inside his shirt, caressing his broad chest and six pack abs. His low hum of approval encouraged her, and she slid her hand lower. He stroked her breast through the soft material of the gown. Naina gasped and arched her back, pressing forward. Gorgeous. The woman was absolutely gorgeous, and he’d never get enough of her. Abhay reached around and removed the towel from her hair.
    "Look at me, Naina."
    Her eyes met his, sparkling like jewels.
    Shoving the thin strap of the robe aside, he planted smouldering kisses along the slope of her shoulder and she shuddered in response. He removed the other strap, and the robe slipped from her body to pool around her ankles. Abhay let his own clothes fall to the floor. For a moment, everything stopped as he admired her naked form in the moonlight. A heartbeat later, he scooped her into his arms and placed her in the middle of the bed. She reached for the sheets.
    "No." He stopped her hands. "I want to see you all of you." He set off in a slow exploration of her body, touching every inch of her and revelling in the experience. The lavender perfume she’d chosen suited her perfectly and drove him wild. He was determined that this night would wipe clear any memories she had of other lovers. He might not be her