“What?”
“You looked absolutely amazing. As always. It was hard for me to keep myself from kissing you every moment my eyes found you—which was all the time.”
“For someone who doesn’t know how to express his feelings, you have turned awfully good at letting me know how you feel about me.”
He lifts his face from my neck and presses his chin against it instead. A soft smile comes on his face, and it makes me happy.
“When it comes to you, I am awfully good at a lot of things.”
“Like?”
He raises an eyebrow, and I anticipate his next action.
“Like this,” he presses a kiss under my ear, and my breath hitches.
“And this,” he sucks on that spot meeting my neck, and I let my eyes close shut.
“What about this?” he squeezes my waist and bites on my neck.
A groan slips out of me, and I can feel his smirk against my skin.
He turns me around, and my lower back presses against the table.
He kisses my cheek softly before his lips meet mine in a ferocious kiss. Quite contrary to his touch, his kiss is rough. As if he is letting all his pent-up stress and frustration out this way, and I don’t even mind.
His tongue meets mine, and he gently lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
I know there are a few things I still need to say and a few things that we need to discuss before we move forward.
But for one night, I want to forget about everything.
My doubts and my questions. My jumbled feelings. His doubts and his stress. Everything I want to forget.
The shit Chhavi put in my mind and the words Louis said to Reyansh—everything.
For this night, it’s only me and him, and I am ready to let go.
“Reyansh,” I moan out loud when his lips find my neck. “I want more. Please.”
He drops me on the bed, towering over me, and damn, he looks so sexy.
Did I mention I am ferociously obsessed with my husband?
His open shirt gives me a peek at his taut muscles. He isn’t bulky like guys you see on social media, but his body is one made out of my dreams.
He is everything I wanted in a man and more.
“Say it,” he says, his lips trailing down to my chest, and he presses a kiss on the swell between my breasts.
“What?” I ask, too far gone in the feeling he invokes in me.
“That you want me to take you. Right here. Right now.”
His eyes look straight into mine with determination. He knows I want that more than anything.
“I want you, Reyansh,” I say, and I have never been as honest as I am in this moment. “I need you. Please.”
He smirks and sits up on his knees in front of me. He takes off his shirt, and I watch him undress in front of me like my favorite movie.
