Not Her

35. Desires ...

Before Khusi could understand what was going on, he was in front of her again, holding the iced zip log bag to her forehead, a hiss escaping past Khusi's lips.

"Easy there, shh ... '' Abhay cooed, cupping Khusi's nape to stop her from moving back.

Abhay's piercing gaze was fixed on Khusi's forehead as he inwardly cursed himself for being so reckless. Khusi noticed how his brows were farrowing in tension, as his grip on her nape tightened slightly. It sent shivers down Khusi's body, but she pressed her thighs to stop herself from making any embarrassing sound.

"I am an idiot," Abhay gritted, spreading Khusi legs apart to stand in between them, his hot breath fanning Khusi's crown.

"Stop blaming yourself," Khusi whispered, brushing the pad of her thumb on the frown lines of Abhay's forehead, and dragging her fingers down Abhay's face, which had a 4 days old stubble on it, giving him a more edged and rugged outlook. Khusi loved the feeling of his beard poking her fingers and wondered how it would feel somewhere else ....

Quickly snapping her eyes away from Abhay's strong neck, she looked down, a brush spreading on her cheeks. Abhay noticed how Khusi's pupil was dilated, but he didn't react. The bruise was his main priority for the time being.

But his brain had a mind of his own. A carnal desire to bedeck Khusi's neck with bruises rose in him, his pants tightening painfully at the image.

The sexual tension was so evident in the air, that they almost felt hot, even though the temperature outside was below 9°C.

"I ... I hope the Judge takes the right decision tomorrow," Khusi cleared her throat to distract herself from Abhay's subtle touches.

"Yeah ... yeah. David really needs this and I hope the Judge remains indifferent to Nitin's status." Abhay nodded, as if talking to himself but his eyes were fixed at Khusi. A few drops of water precipitated from the plastic bag and glided down her cheek and throat, disappearing in Khusi's cleavage.

Abhay breathed heavily, one hand on Khusi's hips and the other still pressed to her forehead. His Adam's apple bobbled, making Khusi intake a sharp breath.

"Umm ... yeah. I hope we can bring justice to the ..." Khusi gasped when out of nowhere Abhay's lips were against her throat. He couldn't control himself when he saw another single drop of water sliding down her neck, as if tempting him to take a taste.

His hot lips sent shivers down Khusi's body in the chilly night, making her moan slightly, her core aching. That moan, however, broke Abhay's daze, freezing him for a second before he pulled himself away from her, cursing himself.

"Shit, I am so fuckign sorry ... I ... Oh my god! I didn't mean to touch you inappropriately ... "

Khusi, whose vision was blurred with lust a few seconds ago, was stupefied at Abhay's reaction.

He turned back, slapping his forehead for giving into the temptation, and was inwardly cursing himself when a strong yank turned him back.

Abhay, who didn't know what to say to Khusi, was ready to revive a slap for his misbehavior. Only, it didn't come. In it's place came a pair of soft lips pressed against his.

He responded to the kiss vehemently, not knowing what was going on, his big hands enclosing Khusi's hips as he picked Khusi up and deposited her back on the kitchen island, standing in between her legs.

Khusi was blinded by lust and she couldn't control herself anymore. Breaking the kiss, she glided her lips down Abhay's broad neck and sucked on his Adam's apple, making him groan and fist Khusi hair, a delicious shiver going down her spine.