“Paddle fast.” She grabbed her paddle and started propelling them, a grin on her face.
And paddle fast they did. They quickly secured the canoe, Dhillon dropping some cash at the rental hut, Riya rolling her eyes at him.
They walked hand in hand to her apartment, each afraid to say anything that would break the spell.
Dhillon had barely shut the door behind him before he had her in his arms, kissing her, making all her limbs feel like they were melting.
He kissed her like he’d been wanting to do for years, but Riya couldn’t think about that. She had to stay in the moment. It was all she would ever get. She wasn’t the type to ever do what was expected of her, and she wasn’t going to start now.
She wanted to remember what his mouth felt like on hers, what his tongue felt like wrestling with hers, how hot his lips were on her body. So lost was she in every sensation he created, she was mildly surprised when she realized that he had navigated them to her bedroom.
“Riya-D.” Dhillon paused. Her Dhillon-V. “I...have wantedyoufor so long.”
She put her fingers to his lips. She couldn’t listen to that. It was everything she wanted him to say, but she was afraid to hear it. “I want you now,” she said. Her body hummed with desire for this man. Her fingers shook as she pulled at his scrubs.
He covered her hand with his and shook his head, a wicked smile on his face. He removed her hand and reached for the hem of her T-shirt. He lifted it up over her head. She raised her arms to allow it. She was exposed to him, and she loved it. Her gaze never left his, watching him watch her. He ran his fingers gently over her face, moving to her neck, her shoulders. Her skin nearly buzzed.
Riya basked in the attention, living in the moment. She had learned to do that the last time Dhillon-V had kissed her. He had kissed her that night at the dance, and they had never had a chance to talk about it because their world had gone up in flames that night.
Her eyes never leaving his, she removed his scrub top and finally got a good look at all that muscle he hid all the time.
She stepped closer to him, pressing her body to his, gasping his name as her skin touched his.
He kissed her neck and tugged slightly on her shorts, glancing down at the powder blue lace that peeked out just above the shorts. He caught her eye. “I was hoping you’d be wearing that.”
fourteen
DHILLON
Her skin was softer than he could have imagined. He intended to touch and kiss every inch of it tonight. And honestly, he’d been curbing even more of these thoughts since he’d helped her with the laundry the other day. He might never get another chance. This was Riya-D. As much as he wanted her, as much as he loved her, she would never settle down. Least of all with him.
She left him completely speechless. What could he possibly say that wouldn’t reveal his true feelings for her? If she knew, she would run, and he wouldn’t even have tonight. Her body melted against his. Her silken hair was scented with something fruity. He was all instinct. He loved her, and it was going to show, but he wasn’t going to say it.
She tilted her head up and kissed him, a groan escaping her throat as he reached back and released her hair from its ponytail. He ran his fingers down the length of her hair, following her dark tresses as they tumbled over her shoulders, losing his hands in it as he drew her closer.
She placed her hands over the drawstring of his scrubs. He covered her hands with his and removed them. She moaned against his lips.
He pulled back and leaned down to kiss her jaw, her neck, that mole that teased him so. “Not so fast. We’re going to take our time.”
Her lips parted as if getting ready to protest.
“Trust me.” He simply covered her mouth with his and kissed her as if she was the only woman for him.
Because she was.
Dhillon woke, disoriented, to the sound of his phone vibrating. Riya was snuggled up to him, sound asleep, her arm snaked possessively around his naked torso and her head on his chest. It was glorious.
He carefully reached for the cell so as not to wake her. God forbid she wake up and decide she needed to get back to her parents’ place. He was in no hurry to leave this bed, and he’d deal with the family in the morning. He’d have to make something up, but he was thirty years old, for God’s sake. He could do what he wanted. And what he wanted was to wake up in the morning and have more Riya before the fantasy ended and they had to go back to their lives.
He looked at his phone. Hetal. He was immediately alert. What was happening?
“Hey.”
“Bhaiya, where are you?” Her voice was teasing. “It’s two in the morning.”
“I’m out. Having a drink with...Ryan.” No way was he telling his little sister exactly where he was at this moment.
Riya shifted slightly.Damn, she’s awake.
