Obsession Or Love ?? A Virika FF - Page 21

Viren cursed as he wrapped a white towel around his waist, pissed off at himself for forgetting to bring clean clothes. After his workout, he had headed straight for the shower that was attached to his gym, completely forgetting to grab something to wear from his bedroom.

He scowled at his sweaty, stinking workout clothing. There was no way he was putting them back on after he had just washed the stench from his body.

Jeevika wasn't home yet. He should have time to make it to his room. Finger- combing his wet hair, he opened the bathroom door, ready to sprint down the stairs and to the master bedroom.

Cold air blasted him as he left the steamy bathroom behind. The gym was freezing. He'd cranked the temperature down for his workout, and he was feeling the chill.

"Viren, are you-,"

The light, feminine voice startled him. Halfway across the gym, he froze, his heart thundering as Jeevika came breezing into the room.

He flinched as her eyes roamed over him, ready for her look of distaste...or worse. The scars on his chest and abdomen were glaring, something that he went to great lengths to hide from the world...especially from women.

He tried to get his feet to move, to turn around and take him back to the bathroom. But as his eyes met Jeevika's, he was paralyzed.

She advanced slowly, her eyes huge and round, but she didn't look appalled. Viren swallowed hard as she reached him and dropped her backpack on the floor. "I'm scarred."brilliant, Vadhera . Like she hadn't noticed?

She was close enough that Viren could smell her sweet scent. He inhaled, as she craned her neck to glance up at him with a look of longing that slammed into his gut like a freight train.

Her voice trembled as she said in a breathy whisper, "Please don't ask me not to touch you, Viren. I need to touch you. I think I'll die if you don't let me."

He'd expected any number of reactions from her, but not this. His whole body flooded with heat, with the need to feel her small, capable hands on his body. How could she look at him with this sort of need?

"I don't like to be touched," he said, his voice husky.

"Don't like it, or aren't used to it?" she queried softly.

He was such a liar. There was nothing he wanted more than Jeevika's hands on his body right now. "I don't know," he answered honestly, shaken by her reaction to him.

"You have a beautiful body, Viren," she told him as she lifted her hands to his chest.

He braced himself as her hands caressed his chest lovingly, gliding over his skin, setting his whole being on fire. The contact felt pure , so erotic, so sensual. Gritting his teeth, he willed his body to relax...but it wasn't listening. Her fingers slid slowly over his abdomen and he heard her breath catch.

His breath started as her moist, warm lips joined her roaming fingers, her tongue lapping at his chest.

"Mmm...you smell so good. Taste even better."

Holy Christ! His whole body was trembling, ready to go up in flames. "Stop," he groaned. No, don't stop..

Her blue eyes darkened as she looked up at him with a pleading glance. Dear God, he couldn't turn away. "Jeevika...I haven't. I don't-," He'd always needed to dominate.He was Never in those mushy mushy things. But She liked him in the way he is.

She doesn't care about my scars. She still wants me. There's no woman on this earth who could fake her reaction.

He took her mouth over and over, wanting to somehow show her how much her acceptance meant to him.

She returned his kiss with a fire that heated his blood. Her tongue entwined with his and she moaned one of her sweet little noises into his mouth, a needy sound that nearly made him lose it.

Hauling Jeevika up and into his arms, he simply held her, his arms wrapping around her body, her face in his neck.

He gulped, trying to force air into his burning lungs as he molded her sweet body against his.

"Was it good?" she asked him quietly as her mouth nuzzled his neck.

Viren laughed, wheezing as he replied, "Sweetheart, if it was any better it would have killed me." God, this woman was special. So sweet, so sexy. So...his.

Mine.

A hard wave of possessiveness swept over him and his arms tightened around her.

"I actually was coming up to ask you what you wanted for dinner," she informed him in a matter-of-fact voice, her apparent nervousness about not performing well seeming to have vanished. "But seeing you gloriously half nude took away my appetite for food."

Her hands swept over his body and his chest ached with the realization that she really did lust for his body, scars and all. "I didn't know u r lusty about me so much" he told her.

"How do you expect me to resist? You're a walking temptation." she sniffed, but there humor in her voice.

Viren chuckled softly against her hair. He couldn't help it. Jeevika was a miracle. His miracle. "How about I do something, now?" he murmured warmly, his body more than ready to start rising to the occasion.

She broke away from him and demanded, "Oh no, you don't, mister. I'm starving now. Put ur dirty thoughts away.🤣 It's dangerous." She told him with a delighted giggle that struck him right in the chest

It was strange, how comfortable he was with his body exposed around her. He was still shaking his head over her obvious delight in seeing him that way, but he wasn't going to question something that had him happier than he had been in...well...ever. "Come on, sweet thing. Just a tiny bit," he growled as he stalked her.

"Nope. No way. I need food." She laughed out loud as she scampered for the door.

He roared and lunged, chasing her down the stairs and into the kitchen, her laughter ringing through every corner of his empty house.

And filling every inch of his empty heart.

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What in the hell am I doing in this dress?

The next evening, Jeevika stood in front of a full-length mirror in her room, contemplating her appearance.

Viren didn't want to go to this party, had admitted that he hated Virat's annual birthday bash.

Who hated birthday parties?

Jeevika frowned at herself in the mirror as she turned one way and then the other, trying to decide if she was overdressed. Or underdressed. The burgundy dress was beautiful, but the clingy silk material draped every curve, ending at mid-thigh and leaving a considerable amount of her legs on display. The nude silk stockings that ended in delicate lace at the tops of her thighs did little to warm her long legs and the drape across only one shoulder left the other one completely bare.

She had flinched when she pulled the dress from the closet, shocked by the price tag still attached to the garment. Holy crap! Who wore a dress that cost as much as her previous grocery allowance for six months? Seeing the outrageous price had been enough to make her want to shove it back in the closet. The only reason she hadn't was because she had nothing appropriate to wear.

She slipped her feet into a pair of matching shoes, the stiletto heels high enough to ensure that she would be as tall as some of the male guests.

Except Viren. No shoes would ever put her eye-to-eye with Viren.

Nervous, she shoved her long hair over her shoulder. Leaving it loose might not have been the best plan, but she had no idea how to do fancy styles.

Staring back at herself in the mirror, her eyes looked enormous. She had added make-up, something she rarely bothered with because of the cost and time involved, the result not something that she was sure she liked. Was the red lipstick a little too much? Oh hell, she just didn't know. It wasn't like she attended parties or gatherings of this type. Actually, she hadn't been to a party of any type for more years than she could remember; probably the last one had been when her parents were still alive. After that, her life had been a constant cycle of work and survival.

She shoved her sagging shoulders back, trying to tell herself that she would not be intimidated. Viren had asked her to go, wanted her to be there, and she wouldn't let him down. It would be so much easier to play chicken and tell Viren she wasn't feeling well and couldn't go, but she couldn't do it. Viren was good to her, had literally saved her life.

Taking one last look in the mirror, Jeevika scooped a small, black bag from the bed and headed for the kitchen. She shifted one hand to her belly, trying to quiet the swarm of butterflies that seemed to have invaded her stomach.

Calm down, Jeevika. It's just a birthday party. No big deal.

Stopping at the entrance to the kitchen, she saw Viren dressed, ready and none too happy. He was standing near the cupboard, handsome as sin in brown dress pants and a gorgeous cream-colored fisherman's sweater. Hair neatly groomed, his evening dark whiskers already showing, he looked good enough.

Jeevika flushed, the room suddenly way too warm, as she remembered the day before. Her behavior had been so out of character. So brazen. But it been difficult to see Viren, in all his glory, looking slightly insecure and trapped. It had kicked in a protective instinct, a bold and audacious behavior that had surprised her. When had she become such a bold seductress? She was sexually repressed, totally not the type of woman to come on to a man like Viren. His look of uncertainty had spurred her on, made her determined to show him how incredibly sexy he looked, how tempting he really was. And he was tempting. Sure, he had some scars on his chest and abdomen, some small, some not so small, all white from age and standing out on his olive complexion. But Lord, it had been impossible to walk away, to not touch that ripped, muscular body. The scars did nothing to detract from his appeal. Viren was simply...splendid.

"Oh good. You're here. I was just-" Viren stopped in mid-sentence as he looked up at her.

"I'm ready," she told him, trying to sound confident as she stepped into the kitchen.

His eyes turned dark, his gaze roaming her body. She wanted to squirm when his perusal continued, his jaw firming as his eyes lingered on her exposed lower limbs.

"D-Do I look all right?" Maybe she was dressed all wrong.

"You're stunning," he answered in a husky voice, his eyes finally landing on her face. "But you're showing way too much skin. And your hair is down."

She tilted her head quizzically. "Is that bad?"

"I'm not sure that I want other men to see you this way." He prowled forward, stopping in front of her. One hand on her naked shoulder, he slowly caressed the exposed skin, making her shudder from his light, sensual touch. "You're way too much of a temptation."

Jeevika let out a breath that she hadn't realized she was holding, relieved that he thought she looked acceptable. "I think you're the only one who thinks so, Viren. I think you need your eyes checked," she told him lightly.

"You're so beautiful that it almost hurts to look at you," he rumbled as his lips grazed her temple. "Jeevika, you drive me insane," Viren ground out as he trapped her wandering hand and lifted it to his lips, placing a warm, lingering kiss to her palm. "If we start this, we'll never get to the party. Not that I mind," he growled.

"It's your party," she answered with amusement. "You can't blow it off."

"Kiss me and see,😆" he answered provocatively, his arm sliding around her waist.

She could feel his warm breath on the side of her face. His tempting mouth was close, so close, and slipping away from him was almost torture. "Your mom would never forgive me. Let's go party-boy."

He pouted like an infant whose favorite toy had been taken away, but the curse that sprang from his mouth was anything but boyish.

"You need a coat." he told her, his tone protective and demanding.

"I have one. I'll grab it. And I'm sure Virat's house is warm," she mused quietly.

She went to her room, returning quickly to the kitchen with a black, tailored jacket in hand.

Viren held his hand out, pulling the jacket from her grasp. He held it out and she slipped her arms into the garment, appreciating the luxurious feel of the silk lining.

Turning her around, he did up the large buttons on the front, every single one of them.

He frowned. "Do you think that will be warm enough?"

"Yes. It's fine. We only have to get in and out of the car. I probably wouldn't have even worn a jacket if you hadn't mentioned it."

Jeevika sighed lightly as she pulled her hair from the jacket, surprised by her delight in Viren's little gestures that made her feel cared-for. It had been so long since anyone had cared about her wellbeing that his actions were alluring and heady for a street-smart woman who had been so alone for so long.

"I'm still not sure I like you showing that much skin," he grunted as she picked up her handbag and headed for the door.

Jeevika bit her lip as shivers ran down her spine. His sexy voice was so possessive, as though he were claiming her.

Don't even think about it. He doesn't mean anything by it.

"It's not that sexy," she told him wryly, wishing she were as irresistible as he made her feel.

"It's way too sexy. Every man there will be thinking the samee thing as I'm thinking," he told her, his expression unhappy as he ushered her out the door and locked it.

She pushed the button with the down symbol for the elevator and turned to him. "And what is that?"

"That I want you," he answered bluntly, his hand coming to rest at the small of her back.

Her breath hitched as the elevator bell rang, the doors swooshing open in front of them. Would she ever get used to Viren's blunt remarks? Her cheeks flushed and her body was way too warm. Hot, actually. Extremely hot. "Viren!"

He shrugged as he entered the elevator behind her. "It's true."

"You're terrible," she admonished him in her best teacher-like voice.

"Oh, I can be bad. Very, very bad," he told her in a seductive, low whisper, his hands trapping her against the elevator wall, one on each side of her head. "Kiss me and I might behave. For now."

Jeevika looked up into his glowing eyes that presently resembled hot melted chocolate. Oh hell, she loved chocolate, so she did what any self-respecting chocolate lover would do.

She kissed him just as the elevator doors closed, locking them briefly in a silent little world all their own.❤️

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