Krithika had never experienced such an intoxicating scent before. It was heavy on musk with a slight note of something rustic- something very woodsy, like the fragrance of a dense forest. And she, all but wanted to get lost in the woods. Her hands held onto the soft fabric that the person wore, for sure it was a man.
Her hands splayed over his chest, fingers tracing the tautness beneath them as if he were a sculpture. She reached out for his heart; it was beating a frantic tattoo against her soft hand and she smiled. Hips swaying to the music, she completely lost herself. She felt his body relaxing, the tension evaporating from him which he had held initially from the contact of their body.
Being young is priceless, don't waste it.
Priya's voice echoed in her mind. Maybe she was right, what was life without any fun? Enough of being Ms. Dashwood, she wanted to be the bold and badass Leela- the queen of Saneras. Seduction might not be her game, but she wasn't ready to accept the loss without a trial.
She started to explore his torso; his skin was searing hot under the fabric. It was an exciting contrast to the cold environment around her. Fisting, she grabbed a handful of the cloth and sought to gain closeness, pulling him closer. A low chuckle- almost inaudible- from him drew her mad.
She tilted her head to look at him. In her blurred vision, she could see that he was way taller than her, a sexy piece of six feet and more. She couldn't decipher anything more than his tall figure in the dull light of the bar, it wasn't helping much to her investigation. She felt tiny in front of him almost a head shorter, and that slightly intimidated her.
Maybe you should fucking stop and run from here?
Maybe. But then, he grabbed her sides, his palms covering her full hips and every thought went straight to the bin. She gasped when his hands played deliciously over her curves, her mind losing the tiny bit of control. She was completely aroused, just by the fucking sweet touch. The heat grew inside her abdomen when his fingers started to lazily scribble over her sides. It was slow and torturous yet gratifying at the same time.
So, this is how it feels?
She had never felt anything like that before, never knew the pleasures of being a woman. After failing in her past relationships and dumping the idea of love, she had no clue about how it felt to be caressed sensually and awaken the lust.
She was being pulled closer by him, his hand on her back having a slight pressure to it and she obliged. She surprised herself by twirling around in his embrace and placing her hands over his. Somewhere between all these, she had pulled her hair to one side, exposing her naked shoulder to him.
Touch me.
She realized how wanton her thoughts were. In her right mind- a mind that wouldn't allow any of this to happen- she would have felt ashamed to have these kinds of thoughts, especially with a stranger. He could have been anyone, maybe some married uncle who worked the shit out in the gym as she could feel firm muscles everywhere.
But this, the drunken and carefree Krithika was different and she was enjoying being free from her self-disciplined character construct as she moved her body to the music.
Disappointment nagged her mind when the man behind her didn't show interest in touching her recently cleared skin. His hands were steady, placed dangerously closer to her breast. But he didn't touch her breast nor move it anywhere. It felt like he was being very formal and decent.
She pressed her hands over his and heard him chuckle again.
What's so funny!? Ugh!
He freed his left hand from her clutches and slowly grazed it over her arm. She leaned back, inhaling musk as she closed her eyes. She was rejoicing every moment. Her skin tingled, awakening from his touch and she bit her tongue from moaning.
She had no clue of time, or what was happening around her. Her eyes were closed, as she focused on only one thing, his calloused fingers playing fire on her icy skin. She was melting. She closed the distance between them while they slowly danced to the music. It wasn't difficult with him pulling her towards him and her wanting nothing more than that.
She swallowed painfully when her bottom touched his thighs. His scent was maddening and with every passing second, it was becoming unbearable to be close to him and not do anything more- more what? Other than torturing her with his sluggish movements of fingers on her skin, he wasn't moving forward.
She grooved her hips closer to him, friction from the tiny movement of her body causing him to groan and his body went from being warm to stiff with tension.
No!
Rather than giving in, his hands moved away unchaining himself from her. It felt like a bucket of cold water was thrown over her head. He pushed her aside as if he had touched something ugly.
How dare he!?
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A/N
"Zara Zara Touch Me" used to be my go-to song while working alone in the lab during midnights. Probably, I liked to invite the ghosts around me to touch my stupid chromatography columns and help me in purifying the shit piece of protein.
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