Chapter 9
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Chapter Nine
It had been easy for Kripa to dismiss Angad's first kiss. There had been a reporter with a camera nearby and she had known he was kissing her for publicity purposes.
The moment his lips touched hers, she knew this kiss was far different. There was nobody in the greenhouse except the two of them, no reason for him to kiss her other than because he wanted to.
His mouth plied hers with intense heat as he pulled her tightly against his hard-muscled chest. Kripa's head spun dizzily beneath the strong sensual assault and although she knew she should step away, her body refused to listen to the mental command.
She needed the kiss to stop, needed to catch her breath and regain her equilibrium, yet she wanted the kiss to last forever.
He deepened the kiss and at the same time his arms pulled her even closer against him. She was aware of a thundering heartbeat, but couldn't discern if it was his heart or her own.
His hands moved up her back and tangled in her hair and Kripa knew it had to be her heart pounding so loudly as she responded to her own growing need.
Being held in his arms, being kissed by him made her heart's desire seem attainable. And her heart's desire had nothing to do with becoming a princess or a queen, but rather with loving and being loved by a very special man.
Kripa felt Angad's reluctance as he ended the kiss. As he gazed at her, his dark eyes sparked with the flames of desire and Kripa felt the fire in the pit of her stomach.
"I hope it takes a while for you to give me an heir," he whispered. "The longer it takes, the more we'll have to try."
His words effectively doused the fire within Kripa, reminding her exactly what he was offering her in marriage and what he would expect in return.
She opened her mouth to protest his statement, to remind him that she had no intention of marrying him, but he held up a hand to still her.
He smiled and touched her cheek softly. "I cannot have a serious conversation with a woman who has mud smeared on her cheek. Come," he grabbed her hand. "Let's go clean up."
With his hand around hers, and her cheek burning from the tenderness of his touch, Kripa realized she had to be strong. She'd promised him a week of the mock engagement and she would give him a week.
But, she had to be careful because when he gifted her with his warm, charming smile, when he touched her in the most simple fashion, he stirred emotions Kripa knew could only lead to her own heartache.
.+ Questions? Comments? Concerns? Next part probably tomorrow or on Saturday +.
.+shabina+.
It had been easy for Kripa to dismiss Angad's first kiss. There had been a reporter with a camera nearby and she had known he was kissing her for publicity purposes.
The moment his lips touched hers, she knew this kiss was far different. There was nobody in the greenhouse except the two of them, no reason for him to kiss her other than because he wanted to.
His mouth plied hers with intense heat as he pulled her tightly against his hard-muscled chest. Kripa's head spun dizzily beneath the strong sensual assault and although she knew she should step away, her body refused to listen to the mental command.
She needed the kiss to stop, needed to catch her breath and regain her equilibrium, yet she wanted the kiss to last forever.
He deepened the kiss and at the same time his arms pulled her even closer against him. She was aware of a thundering heartbeat, but couldn't discern if it was his heart or her own.
His hands moved up her back and tangled in her hair and Kripa knew it had to be her heart pounding so loudly as she responded to her own growing need.
Being held in his arms, being kissed by him made her heart's desire seem attainable. And her heart's desire had nothing to do with becoming a princess or a queen, but rather with loving and being loved by a very special man.
Kripa felt Angad's reluctance as he ended the kiss. As he gazed at her, his dark eyes sparked with the flames of desire and Kripa felt the fire in the pit of her stomach.
"I hope it takes a while for you to give me an heir," he whispered. "The longer it takes, the more we'll have to try."
His words effectively doused the fire within Kripa, reminding her exactly what he was offering her in marriage and what he would expect in return.
She opened her mouth to protest his statement, to remind him that she had no intention of marrying him, but he held up a hand to still her.
He smiled and touched her cheek softly. "I cannot have a serious conversation with a woman who has mud smeared on her cheek. Come," he grabbed her hand. "Let's go clean up."
With his hand around hers, and her cheek burning from the tenderness of his touch, Kripa realized she had to be strong. She'd promised him a week of the mock engagement and she would give him a week.
But, she had to be careful because when he gifted her with his warm, charming smile, when he touched her in the most simple fashion, he stirred emotions Kripa knew could only lead to her own heartache.
.+ Questions? Comments? Concerns? Next part probably tomorrow or on Saturday +.
.+shabina+.
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