Page 25 of Every Move You Make
Need sizzled through his veins. His body hardened to the point of pain. Yet he kept kissing her softly, long after her breathing had steadied. She pulled back, looking at him with lust-filled eyes before giving him a sweet smile. With her hair falling across her face, her lips pink and swollen, and her skin flushed red, she looked deliciously sexy.
She pulled him back down to her. Her mouth found his again, hungry this time, the kiss deeper, more demanding. She arched beneath him, pressing her core against the hard length of him, the friction sending a sharp rush of heat through his body. A low sound escaped him. God.
This heat, this craving between them, was raw, electric, and so damn consuming. His hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips as she moved against him again. Desire roared louder in his blood, drowning out everything else.
His breathing roughened as her one hand moved to his trousers, her fingers reaching to undo them when… his phone rang. The sharp sound cut through the room.
“Ignore it,” Shauna murmured, tugging him back down and kissing him.
The world around him vanished again. Somewhere in the room, another phone began ringing too. He kept kissing her, still half-lost in the haze of heat and want, but the ringing didn’t stop. His phone buzzed insistently against his hip, dragging him back to reality.
He pulled back slightly, breathing hard. She looked up at him, flushed and beautiful beneath him, lips swollen from his kisses.
His phone rang again. He exhaled sharply and reached behind him, pulling the phone from his back pocket. The screen lit up in the dim room.
Janak.
Reality slammed into him. Fuck. He’d been seconds away from crossing the line with Shauna. Again.
God. She was Janak’s granddaughter.
He’d already crossed this line with her once before, and it had complicated everything between them. He was at the brink of a new life in Mumbai, one that would take him even farther away from her. Yet here he was, about to blur every boundary that should have existed between them. He pushed himself off her abruptly and stood, dragging a frustrated hand through his hair before answering the call.
“Hello.”
“Akash,” Janak said calmly. “Where are you?”
“I’m… outside,” Akash replied, forcing his voice to remain steady even though his heart was still running away.
“Hmm.” A pause. “I’ve been looking for you. I want to spend time with you. Come back in.”
The words were soft, but the command in them was unmistakable.
Akash swallowed, glancing once at Shauna. She stood a few feet away, a sheet wrapped loosely around her body, one hand clutching it to her chest as she watched him. Her hair fell messily around her shoulders, her flushed skin still carrying the traces of what had almost happened between them.
Akash watched her for a moment, a tight knot forming in his chest as the last of the heat drained from his body, leaving behind only the heavy weight of reality.
“Akash? Are you there?” Janak asked.
“Yes. I’m coming,” he said.
He ended the call slowly.
A knot tightened in his chest. He couldn’t have her. They were already divided by a destiny that had never intended for the two of them to walk the same path. And Shauna would hate him once she learned his truth, one he had carefully kept hidden from her.
Yet, he had followed her tonight. Done worse.
But no more. This had to end.
He forced himself to meet her eyes. “I have to go. Janak is waiting for me.”
She swallowed. Her eyes flicked briefly toward the bed before returning to him.
“This… you and I…” Her voice faltered for a second before steadying. “We can’t keep doing this. One of us will end up getting hurt.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. This is entirely my fault.”
She frowned, studying his face, really looking at him. He kept his expression cold, showing her none of the turmoil he was feeling. Her spine straightened. The softness drained from her features, replaced by something colder, sharper.
