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Maan drove her home, but he didn't move to open the door after he cut off the lights and the engine. He unfastened her seat belt, and his own, and pulled her across the seat and into his lap. Before she could speak, his mouth was hard on hers, grinding into it, and his fingers were lazily searching under the soft hem of her salwar.
She wanted to protest. It was too soon. But he found the hooks of her bra and loosened them with one quick motion of his hand. Then he found soft flesh and teased around it with such expertise that she squirmed backwards to give him access.
"Too quick?" he whispered against her mouth.
"No" she bit off, and arched her back.
He smiled as his mouth covered hers once more, and his hand settled directly over the hard little nub that raised against his palm.
After a few minutes, kissing was no longer enough. His hand moved in at the base of her spine and half lifted her against him, so that her belly ground against his in the rapt silence of the vehicle, broken only by the force of their audible breaths, and her soft moan. She could feel him wanting her. Geet had never felt like this before. She wanted what Maan wanted. She was on fire for him.
He unfastened the buttons on his shirt and pulled her against him, so that her soft breasts ground against the rough muscles of his chest. His hand moved her hips against his in a slow, anguished rotation that made her moan louder.
"Oh, God," he bit off, shivering, "Geet!"
Her nails were scoring his back as she held on for dear life and began to shudder. "Don't stop," she whimpered. "Don't stop!"
"I've…. got to!"
He moved abruptly, pushing her back into her seat. He opened the door and got out of the car, standing with his back to her as he sucked in deep breaths and tried to regain the control he'd almost lost.
Embarrassed, Geet fumbled her bra closures into place and pulled her salwar down. She was still shaky. It had been a near thing. Thank goodness they were parked in the driveway instead of on some lonely road where there might not have been as much incentive to stop. Despite her passionate response to him, Geet didn't move with the times. Did he know that? Was he hoping for some brief fling? She couldn't. She just couldn't. Now, she reasoned with something like panic, he wouldn't want to see her again, not if she said no. And either way, how was it going to affect her job? It was tough finding a decent job in a city like Delhi.
While she was torturing herself with such thoughts, the door suddenly opened.
"I know," Maan said in a strangely calm and amused tone, "you're kicking yourself mentally for taking advantage of me in a weak moment. But it's okay. I'm used to women trying to ravish me."
She stared up at him wide-eyed and speechless. Of all the things she expected he might say, this was the last.
"Come on, come on, you're not going to get a second shot at me in the same night," he teased. "I have my reputation to think of!"
Her mind started working again, and she laughed with relief. She picked up her purse and scrambled out the door, adjusted her dupatta.
"Look," he said gently, "don't start brooding. We got a little too involved, too quickly, but we'll deal with it."
She hesitated. "I'm not, well, modern," she blurted out.
"Neither am I, honey," he said softly.
She could have melted into the ground at the husky endearment. She blushed.
He bent and kissed her with tender respect. "I know what sort of woman you are," he said gently. "I'm not going to push you into something you don't want."
"Thanks"
"On the other hand, you have to make me a similar promise," he pointed out. "I'm not going to keep seeing you if I have to worry about being ravished every time you see me. I'm not that sort of man," he added haughtily.
She grinned from ear to ear. "Okay"
He walked her to the door, smiling complacently. "I'll see you at work tomorrow," he said. He framed her face in his hands and looked at her for a long time. "Just when you think you're safe," he mused, "you jump headfirst into the tiger trap."
"You know, I was just thinking the same thing," she said facetiously.
He chuckled as he bent to kiss her again. "We'll take it at a nice, easy pace," he whispered. "But I know already how it's going to end up. We're good together. And I'm tired of living alone."
Her heart almost burst with joy. "I… I don't think I could just live with someone," she blurted out, still a little worried.
He kissed her eyes shut. "Neither could I, Geet," he whispered. "I will talk to Dadima about our wedding." He lifted his head. His eyes were soft with feeling. "But not tonight. We have all the time in the world."
"Yes," she whispered. Her eyes were bright with the force of her emotions. "It's happening so fast."
He nodded. "Like lightning striking."
She felt her heart racing. But in the back of her mind, there was a sudden fear, a foreboding. She bit her lower lip. "You don't really know much about me," she began. "You see, when you met me in Hoshiarpur….."
Before she could tell him about Dev, his phone rang. He jerked it out and answered it. "Maan," he said. He listened, grimaced. "I'll be in the office in ten minutes. Ask Ms. Rathod to wait." He hung up. "I have to go."
"Be careful," she said.
He smiled. "I will. Good night."
"Good night, Maan Sir."
"Maan."
She laughed. "Maan."
He ran back to his car, started it and drove away with a wave of his hand. Geet watched him go, then walked into her house, feeling as if she could have floated all the way.
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