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Chapter 12
"That day when we were fighting over my phone ... and you touched my cheek. It was as if everything changed in a moment."
Zoya wanted to know when it was that he admitted to himself that he loved her. He was having trouble explaining. Because he didn't know when it was that he didn't love her. That first time he saw her at the dargah? It must have started then.
"But then why were you this super Akdu who always snarled at me, raat din?"
"Because you still infuriated me."
"Asad!"
"I mean, I wasn't ready to acknowledge it as yet. We were worlds apart ... so different. You were oil and I was water."
"Hmm, good example because the oil's always on top!" She giggled when she saw his expression. "But yeah, I totally get it--just like I was 21st century and you were 17th century!"
"Zoya," he growled. No one had ever teased him before. This was new territory. Unchartered. It wasn't a terrible experience but to have her laugh at him? He wasn't sure he liked that.
Zoya cupped his face and planted a quick kiss on his mouth. They were in the backyard and she didn't want Najma or Ammi to catch them. "Relax, Mr Khan! I was just kidding. And you can always get even with me and tease me back. I hereby give you full permission to pull my leg."
His eyes glittered. "It's not your leg I'm interested in pulling."
Her laugh froze. She looked at him in the darkening night not knowing what to make of his words. Was he teasing? Or flirting? His face looked serious ... so intense ...
"Uhh ..." she stuttered.
He gripped her hand and drew her to him. He too hesitated. Should he tell her what he really meant or would that make him sound cheap? All those fantasies he'd carefully carved and sculpted ... ? Would they offend her?
Asad kissed the top of her hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ..."
"Shh," she rushed to press her fingers against his lips. "Asad, I don't want you to feel that you have to censor yourself with me. And don't apologize for everything! I know that's how our fight started and you refused to say, 'I'm sorry, Zoya' then but you don't need--And besides, I don't bite!"
"But that day you did say, bite me!' "
She laughed. She laughed so hard that he had to support her from falling over. And her words just gave him just the permission he needed. She'd regret telling him not to censor himself. She had opened Pandora's box. He blushed.
Asad dragged her away from the kitchen window's line of sight. "You should look it up, by the way. Apparently the phrase 'bite me' is all about se*xual gratification," he drawled huskily. "Biting off more than you can chew."
Zoya gasped. "It's not!"
"It is, Ms. Farooqui, it is."
"But I didn't mean it that way!"
"So what? I thought of it that way ... all day long. All night ... Biting you. Not having enough of you."
"Mr. Khan!" Zoya covered her flaming face. Her heart hopped, skipped and jumped. It slam dunked.
He took her in his arms and feathered a heart-stopping kiss against her ear. She quivered.
"And then when you said that 'the oil's always on top,' hmm?" He bent his head when he heard her moan. She was melting. "I hope the water gets to be on top too sometimes, rules of chemistry be damned."
"Asad, you're killing me."
"Good. Because you slayed me a long time ago."
"Really?" She wanted to know more. Know more about whether he felt as tormented as she did in those long dark days. And hear more words of passion and seduction. She never wanted him to stop.
"Really," Asad brushed his knuckle against her jaw. "And then when you gave me permission to pull your leg just now?" He dragged her leg over to slide high over his thigh. "I was hoping you meant like this." Asad pressed between her parted legs and she moaned some more.
"Oh god, Asad. I love you so much!" Zoya cried. "But you're seriously driving me crazy."
He bent his head to kiss her deeply and then let her go. She moaned in protest this time.
"OK," he brushed his hair off his forehead. "I think we've overstepped our quota for today." Because any more touching and he'd carry her off to his bed, nikah or no nikah.
Zoya growled with dissatisfaction but then she sighed. He was right. She turned to go and help Ammi with the dishes.
Asad yanked her back against him.
"Umm ... that night when you returned to me," he lifted her chin. "And I said I would have been wet if you had seduced me because you were? I think I meant, you know--"
"Mr. Khan, you are so bad!" she shrieked in combusted delight as much as lust. Oh god she had created a monster.
She ran inside.
He chuckled. Oh yeah, there would be no stopping him any more. Watch out Ms. Farooqui, here I come.
Oh shit.
He pulled out his phone to send her a text. His hands curved around a smashed phone held together with Hello Kitty tape and a dog-eared post-it note proclaiming, I'm sorry.
Asad smiled.
How did this get in here? Oh yes, he'd taken it with him for good luck when he'd gone to confront that woman.
He retrieved the other phone from his pocket. "I love you Ms. Farooqui. You drive me crazy. Will you marry and bite me?"
Chapter 13
She had burned on receiving that text. Her face had flamed too. Zoya ducked her head when she saw Najma looking at her. Mr. Khan you'll get me into so much trouble!
But she wanted to sass him right back. Make him squirm in heated discomfort just as he had done to her. "Qubool hai," she texted back.
That night she waited for him to knock on her door. But he didn't. Even though every muscle in his body ached to do so. No. Because if he did he'd end up spending the night. He wouldn't be able to not touch her, love her, taste her, take her.
She checked her phone a billion times that night. Like a possum it played dead. Zoya crashed back into her pillow with a frustrated groan.
"Asad, please!" she begged the ceiling. She could've walked out her door and into his bed.
But ...
Zoya flung the bedsheet back. She put her slippers on and walked over to peer out of her window; she rested her forehead against the cool glass. It rained outside. A gentle mist ... patted the window pane. Come out and play, it tinkled.
She did. She ran out into the backyard and spun in circles, face to the sky. The rain laved her heated skin. Her heated mind hallucinated the raindrops as Asad's fingers as they traced her eyes, her nose, her lips. She parted her lips to sip and taste his fingers. His breath fanned her ear. It feathered erotic dreams ...
"You were wet ..." His words from that night played on ... and on and on.
I was ... I am ...
Asad!
"If it had been you, I'd be too."
Are you Asad? Are you wet?
She felt her hair being tugged as he pulled it back to drink from her lips.
"Zoya," he murmured against her lips, her throat, her ear. "Zoya, Zoya, Zoya ... Aww, baby you shouldn't have tempted me ..."
Zoya blinked her eyes open. She was in is arms. Her hands sought his head to bring his mouth closer.
"Asad, I must be dreaming ..."
"I thought I was when I saw you dancing in the rain. I tried to stay away, I swear. But then the lightning lit you up like a spotlight." He continued to brush tiny kisses against her throat, his tongue traced the errant pulse that nearly leapt off her skin.
There had been lightning? Her eyes had been closed; her mind drugged. She had thought the flashes were just her body spontaneously combusting into flames ...
Asad played with her fingers kissing each. When he was done with that inspection his mouth moved to explore the corner of hers. His tongue snaked out and she moaned.
"For so long ..." he whispered. "For so long I've hungered to hold you ... to feel your skin." He rubbed his thumb against her lower lip. And before it bounced back he bit into it.
Zoya gasped. He rubbed his tongue back and forth to soothe the bite. He sucked on the lip.
"Asad, stop," she lied. "My lips will be swollen tomorrow."
"Good, they needed a good bite for daring to be so luscious." He sucked on it again. "They have no right to be such a perfect Cupid's bow ... a half-moon of pure sorcery ..."
"Really?"
"Damn, right!" he growled.
He had to clench his hands or they'd go roaming and exploring on their own. They too had dreamed fantasies and ecstasies. They too hungered.
He stepped back with his errant hands held tight behind his back.
"Go, get changed. You're soaking wet. I don't want you to catch a cold. It'll ruin your mehendi tomorrow if you're sneezing all day long."
She grinned. Aww, Mr. Khan. You think of everything! But I'm too warm to be catch a cold.
She looked down at her palms. They didn't have his name across them tonight; they would tomorrow night. Their belated calligraphy would be temporary, however. For she already had his name scrawled across her ruby heart.
She went up on her toes to brush her lips against his. "G'night, Asad. Sweet dreams!"
His hands tightened over her waist for a second before he let her go. His sweet dreams would walk away with her tonight. In two days he would gather the sweetest dreams in his arms. He would embellish those dreams with each breath, each sigh, each kiss.
She turned on her heel. Her heel caught in the soft grass and she tilted. Right into his arms taking him down with her.
"Are you OK?" he asked when he caught his breath.
His breath caught again.
She was pinned under him ... pliant, soft and ready. Exactly as he'd imagined in a thousand and one visions.
There were no stars in the sky tonight. But he saw galaxies in her eyes. "Ah honey, you're killing me. How am I going to survive for two whole days?"
Asad kissed her fully, deeply.
"Try, Mr. Khan. Try to survive because otherwise I'm really going to kill you if you don't!"
He laughed even as he let his body tell hers how much he wanted her. He rolled off her and swiped his brow. "Go," he groaned, eyes closed. "Because if you're not gone in the next five seconds I'm not going to be responsible for what happens next."
She scrammed even though she wanted him to not be responsible for what happened next. She knew his self-control was held together by a slender thread. So was hers.
She seriously could've killed Tanveer. If it hadn't been for her, Zoya would have been in her Jahanpanah's arms right now, in their bed, ripping off each other's clothes and sinking into--
Damn you, Tanveer. I hope you rot in hell. If it weren't for you, I'd be sinking my teeth into my husband. I'd be biting him.
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