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"I need to get back," Geet pushed to her feet. "Thanks for the wonderful dinner."
Maan and Geet had gone out on their date. There was an easy camaderie between the two of them. They did not talk about the pregnancy, they did not talk about the office, they did not talk about anybody else. For those few hours, it was just the two of them. They had come back home about an hour ago and sat down on the steps enjoying each other's company and the stars in the sky in silence.
"Why don't you stay a bit longer?" Maan rose as well, casually shifting in a way that boxed her between the porch rail and his body. "Another hour or maybe a lifetime?"
She could stay a while or for a lifetime. The offer was too appealing for her own good. "We have to be in office early tomorrow."
"Ever take a day off?" He trailed his fingertips - just the fingertips - down her arm. "And I am the boss. Nobody dare question me and my fiance."
"I know that. I'm not thinking of taking any time off right now."
"In that case I'd better take advantage of the situation."
She expected smooth, a nice quiet cruise by the way his head dipped towards her, by the lazy interest in those gold-rimmed eyes. Later, when she could think about it clearly, she decided she hadn't been entirely wrong. It was smooth, in the way a good shot of excellent whisky, straight up, is smooth.
But rather than a nice, quiet cruise, she got a strong, hard jolt when his mouth closed over hers. The sort that bulleted straight to her belly. The hands that gripped her arms gave one insistent tug that had her pressed against him. In another of those subtle moves, he had her back against the post, and her mouth completely captivated.
Zero to sixty, she thought. And she'd forgotten to strap in first.
She clamped her hands on his hips and let the speed take her.
Everything he'd imagined - and his imagination was boundless - paled. Her taste was more potent, her lips more generous, her body more supple. It was as if he'd painted this first kiss in the brightest, boldest colors in his palette.
And even they weren't deep enough.
She was a ride on a dragon, a flight through space, a dive into the deep waters of an enchanted sea.
His hands swept up from her shoulders to her face, then into her hair to tug the band tying it back. He eased away to see her with her hair tumbled, to see her eyes, her face before he drew her back again.
But she pressed a hand to his chest. "Better not." She let out a careful breath. "Let me get back on my feet. I will take a rain check on the kiss."
"Oh, thats not fair Geet."
Geet laughed, and went to her door before she changed her mind. "Good night Maan."
"Good night Geet."
Maan leaned on the rail as she walked to her door, returned the wave she sent him when she went inside. And he bent and picked up the little stretchy band of blue he'd tugged out of her hair.
Maan and Geet had gone out on their date. There was an easy camaderie between the two of them. They did not talk about the pregnancy, they did not talk about the office, they did not talk about anybody else. For those few hours, it was just the two of them. They had come back home about an hour ago and sat down on the steps enjoying each other's company and the stars in the sky in silence.
"Why don't you stay a bit longer?" Maan rose as well, casually shifting in a way that boxed her between the porch rail and his body. "Another hour or maybe a lifetime?"
She could stay a while or for a lifetime. The offer was too appealing for her own good. "We have to be in office early tomorrow."
"Ever take a day off?" He trailed his fingertips - just the fingertips - down her arm. "And I am the boss. Nobody dare question me and my fiance."
"I know that. I'm not thinking of taking any time off right now."
"In that case I'd better take advantage of the situation."
She expected smooth, a nice quiet cruise by the way his head dipped towards her, by the lazy interest in those gold-rimmed eyes. Later, when she could think about it clearly, she decided she hadn't been entirely wrong. It was smooth, in the way a good shot of excellent whisky, straight up, is smooth.
But rather than a nice, quiet cruise, she got a strong, hard jolt when his mouth closed over hers. The sort that bulleted straight to her belly. The hands that gripped her arms gave one insistent tug that had her pressed against him. In another of those subtle moves, he had her back against the post, and her mouth completely captivated.
Zero to sixty, she thought. And she'd forgotten to strap in first.
She clamped her hands on his hips and let the speed take her.
Everything he'd imagined - and his imagination was boundless - paled. Her taste was more potent, her lips more generous, her body more supple. It was as if he'd painted this first kiss in the brightest, boldest colors in his palette.
And even they weren't deep enough.
She was a ride on a dragon, a flight through space, a dive into the deep waters of an enchanted sea.
His hands swept up from her shoulders to her face, then into her hair to tug the band tying it back. He eased away to see her with her hair tumbled, to see her eyes, her face before he drew her back again.
But she pressed a hand to his chest. "Better not." She let out a careful breath. "Let me get back on my feet. I will take a rain check on the kiss."
"Oh, thats not fair Geet."
Geet laughed, and went to her door before she changed her mind. "Good night Maan."
"Good night Geet."
Maan leaned on the rail as she walked to her door, returned the wave she sent him when she went inside. And he bent and picked up the little stretchy band of blue he'd tugged out of her hair.
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