“May I?” she whispered.
I nodded and watched her soft hand land on my chest.
“Are all these…?”
“Bullet wounds,” I replied.
“How many times have you been shot?”
“In all, around thrice. Four, including today. Most were grazes, but this once, I took three bullets to the torso,” I said, pointing to the scars left by the entry wounds. “And still made it out just fine. They didn’t hit anything important.”
Meher traced the scars gently with her fingers, and my heart began to race at the light touch.
I grabbed her hand and held it in place.
“Are you feeling sorry for me?” I growled.
She snorted derisively.
“Fat chance of that, considering that in the past eight years, I would happily have put a bullet through you myself,” she snapped.
“This is the thanks I get for saving your life,” I murmured, with an eye roll.
The little demon poked a finger into one of my scars in response.
“How did you even know there was a sniper?” she demanded, spreading her legs wide and pulling me to stand between them.
“I saw a movement in the bushes because I’m trained to do exactly that, Meher,” I murmured, as I put my hands on the counter and leaned forward.
“I saw you combat roll down the side of the wall, and I thought you’d lost your fucking mind,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around my hips.
“Ihavelost my fucking mind,” I said, with a laugh. “Ever since you rammed your car into my poor swan.”
She wrapped her hands around my neck.
“Good, you deserve it, you jackass.”
“Kiss me, and put me out of my misery, you witch,” I growled, unable to take it one minute longer.
In response, Meher pulled me closer and kissed me hard.
CHAPTER 16
SAMRAT
I’d been holding onto the edge of the counter, not wanting to touch Meher without her permission. But the minute she kissed me, all bets were off.
At one level, I knew I was a fool. This was Meher, the woman who had cheated on me when I was ready to marry her. But she was also Meher, the only woman I had ever loved. I had hated her for the past eight years with all my might, but somehow, I hadn’t learned how to stop loving her.
I wrapped my arms around her and poured eight years’ worth of angst, anger, and pain into the kiss. As did she. I felt tears sliding down Meher’s face, and pulled away to kiss each drop away. And when she smiled in response, I claimed her lips again. Over and over in deep, wet kisses that left us both breathless.
This was a bad idea. I didn’t think I’d ever make love to a woman I didn’t trust. But there was nothing rational about the way Meher made me feel. I was obsessed with her, mind, body,and soul, and even though I knew she was going to break my heart over and over again, I couldn’t stay away from her. She was a fever in my blood, a hunger in my heart, and the only thing I could do was slake my desperate need of her.
Meher raked her nails down my back and widened her hips even more. I stepped as close to her as I could and thrust my hardness against her core. She pressed back against me and moaned into my mouth. I cupped her full breasts and squeezed them hard, pausing only to pinch the nipples until she gasped against my lips.
I ripped open the buttons on her shirt and pushed the panels aside, exposing her black, lacy bra. Her nipples stood out hard against the soft fabric. I tweaked them again, and she ground her hips into mine wildly. I undid the hook of her bra, and she let it fall slowly.
I dropped hot, open-mouthed kisses over her bare skin, nipping at it lightly, and then hard enough to leave a mark. Bending my head, I sucked first one nipple into my mouth, and then the other, cupping her breasts hard. The sight of my hands against her bare skin made me rock hard, even harder than I already was.
