He narrowed his eyes at her. “Your eyes lit up like a child at an amusement park when I said the title.”
She sagged a bit in her chair but rolled her eyes as a smile forced its way onto her face. “Fine. Yes.”
“Then it’s a date. We can get breakfast after.”
“What about the guys?”
“They are still sick and might be contagious. I am confining them to their room.”
“Vishal seemed better.”
“Not better enough.”
“So I have to share a room with you again?” Her voice was low and soft, and she met his eyes this time. There was mischief in those brown eyes. Something new…suggestive.
“Looks that way.” He met her gaze and stood, holding his hand out to her.
She took his hand to stand, her eyes never leaving his. She used her crutches while he carried their things to up to the room. They walked in charged silence. Nimita was hardly limping now. She unlocked their door, and he followed her into the room. Then he took the crutches from her and rested his hand on her waist.
She did not remove it.
He leaned closer to her to whisper in her ear, “I wanted to kiss you on the beach.”
She tilted her head to him, pressing her cheek against his. “Don’t let the lack of sand and ocean stop you.”
This woman.
He touched his lips to hers and lost himself. He kissed her hard, and she kissed him right back with the same amount of need. His hands found that gorgeous, luxurious beautiful, thick, soft hair as he pulled her closer to deepen the kiss.
He was barely aware of anything else—but he knew she was walking him back to the bed.
* * *
She wasn’t sure who or what had taken over her brain, but she knew she wanted this. Her body was in charge right now, and she was going along with it. Dave kissed her, and she did not melt.
No.
His kiss lit her on fire. He kissed her, and the need that had been simmering all day long flared hot.
She walked him back toward the bed and gently pushed him down onto it. This…this was what she wanted, and she hadn’t even known it. Then she crawled on top of him, removing his shirt. He was beautiful. She had admired his brain, now she was going to worship his body.
His hands crept to her shirt. “Nimi.” Her name in his throat was enough to drive her over the edge. “We have too many clothes on.”
“That is one thing we can agree on.” She pulled him close for another kiss. “Do something about it.”
He sat up and lifted her shirt off, revealing her bikini top. His deep brown gaze met hers as he pulled the string, and she gasped as it fell.
“Whatever you say, you’re the tour guide.” He chuckled, his mouth finding hers again as he hooked a finger into her bikini bottoms.
* * *
Roshan woke to the scent of coffee.
“Good morning,” Nimi’s voice called to him.
He opened his eyes to find her standing over room service, wearing his old UMD T-shirt. It was too big and hung off one shoulder. He’d give anything to be that T-shirt right now. “I got us breakfast.”
He crawled to the edge of the bed and tugged on her hem. She moved closer. He kissed her bare shoulder. “You, in or out of this T-shirt. That’s all I want.” He ran his hands under the soft fabric. “I need more of you.” He gently tugged off the shirt and pulled her back to bed.
