‘Let them watch,’ I whisper back.
That’s the only encouragement he needs. He slips his hand inside my shirt. In one swift motion, he has taken off my stupid shirt. I move away from him. His eyes scan my body up and down and then up again, stopping to study my face. I like the hunger in his eyes, but I turn away from him.
‘Easy, Daksh,’ I say, not meaning it.
He catches it. ‘You want me to be easy?’
‘You’re right, I don’t.’
He pulls me into him.
‘I want you, now.’
‘That’s obvious.’
‘Your sex talk is horrible, Aanchal.’
He stares into my eyes as if he’ll melt me into nothingness if he looks away. My mind becomes blank as I feel his tongue on mine, and I barely notice when he unclasps my bra. His hands run up and down my back and then rest on the small of my back.
‘Why does this feel so nice?’ I murmur.
He jerks me away, looks at me with an impish smile and says, ‘It’s just sex for me, no feelings.’
‘Of course, it’s just sex,’ I say with a laugh.
‘It’s just that I only want it with you for the rest of my life,’ he says, bringing me close and kissing me on the forehead.
I frown. ‘Don’t turn me on and then do this mushy kissing on the forehead.’
‘Why?’ he says as he runs his fingers on my bare neck.
He traces them down to my breasts and circles my nipples.
‘Because . . . as I . . . said . . .’ My words get stuck in my throat as he pinches me. ‘. . . it’s just sex . . .’
‘... but it’s not, is it...’ he says as he brings me closer. ‘It’s life-defining, mind-altering, universe-crumbling sex.’
As he bites into my neck, I say, ‘You’re... you’re... ummm. . . overestimating yourself.’
He mumbles as he sucks on me, ‘I’m estimating you correctly.’
And then, he gives me one of those looks that send me into a tizzy and kisses me. And I want him to kiss every single inch of me like this. I take off his T-shirt and climb on to him. I feel my breasts against his chest as he fumbles with my jeans and then I fumble with his. My skin aches to be against him, I’m trembling with anticipation. I want us to be slow, but my heart races and I want him inside me.
‘Easy, Aanchal,’ he says with a smirk.
‘We have never been easy,’ I tell him.
My wetness rubs against him and I guide him inside me.
My mouth falls open in a gasp.
‘Fuck,’ he mumbles.
As he pushes and grows inside me, my body comes alive. It wants all of him. I bite his ear and his neck; he grips me hard and I wince. He pushes deeper and harder into me, egged on by my slight humiliations of ‘Is that all you got?’, which are lies because my body seems to go into a trance. Sweat rolls down his forehead, the car fogs up.
‘We need more space,’ he grumbles into my skin.
My eyes open and he’s looking at me with such desire that I would do anything for him, as I believe he would for me. I open the door of the car.
