FF: And it's payback time... Chapter 7 - Page 34 - Page 2

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Chapter II: Step-by-step

"Go on Khushi... you want to...?" he asked softly, taking a step forward.

"Uh... I want? Noo... I don't want ... who said I wanted anything?" she shot back, her tone indignant, the stammer resurfacing, as she stepped back, like always.

"Didn't you want to...?" he paused, "...to say something?" his husky voice inflecting after the pause, as if gently taunting her. He took another step towards her.

Gosh... who was reeling who in now? Damn! She had him all wound up!

She'd stepped further away, but as he took a deep breath, he took in her subtle fragrance... tuberose... heady, intoxicating, and sweet, just like her. The scent was imprinted in his mind... from the day she'd fallen into his arms like an angel... the first day they'd met.

She was breathing hard... Wide-eyed, her pupils reflected fear... the look of the hunted. Her full, beautiful mouth, painted pink today, was open in shock, as her tongue peeked out, flicked over her bottom lip. The back of her knees had hit the tea table, and suddenly, she was falling backwards, her hands flailing in the air.

Instinctively, his hands reached out to steady her, a little late but he still managed to grab her wrists. It was then that he noticed her henna'd hands, the intricate patterns in dark green... Oh wait, was that an A on the center of her right palm? Uh-huh!

He pulled her closer... before she could protest. The force of his action caused her to be thrown against him, her head nearly colliding with his jaw, as her lips brushed against his collar. They stood, frozen for seconds, the swell of her breasts touching his solid chest, their breaths mingling... her stomach against his painful arousal, an ache he could not ignore.

She wriggled uncomfortably, causing him to stir. She moved back as if burnt, the movement created some distance between their hips, only to squish her breasts against him.

"Tsk... can't you stand still for even a moment, Khushi?" he asked in a deeper tone, a glint in his eye.

His teasing worked as usual. She went still immediately... raising her head. Her lips quivered, her eyes veiled by her long lashes, her sideways glance a clear indication that she was scared to look directly at him. Her unsteady breathing was driving him crazy, as was that pulse at the base of her throat.

The images of her in that red sari, backed up against a wall flashed through his mind. Maybe he could finish off what he'd started. Hmm... Wonder if that's what it'd take to have her staring at him again?

He smiled at her... and dipped his head lower. He kissed her gently on her neck, his lips increasing the pressure as if to feel the rhythm of her beat. Then a gentle nip, before his tongue flicked her soft skin.

She took in a sharp breath, and sighed... her eyes now wide open as he lifted his head to see the effect that had on her... her mouth a near-perfect 'O' Her hands were clenched, but resting against his chest. Some of the near-dried henna had rubbed off on the worsted wool of his waistcoat, but... what the heck, he definitely wasn't worse off for it!

He grinned again, his eyebrows raised, his head tilting to the right.

"So... want to tell me about how the A got there?" he asked, his eyes moving in the direction of her right palm, still trapped in his hand.

Her eyes followed his gaze... she pulled her hand out of his grasp and unfurled her fingers. "Huh?! What A? What the...?" she gasped, staring at the large A on her palm, and then glanced up at him in embarrassment.

So she'd started teasing him about his frequent use of the expression and now it seemed like she'd started using it without realising it... hah!

He wished he could laugh out at the irony, but instead wisely quelled his urge.

She pulled her other hand out of his grasp, as if sensing his momentary distraction, and turned back to run towards the stairs. He pursued her, she was ahead... but her shaky steps were no match for his strides.

She ran faster, and was almost on the third step... as he reached the banister. He tugged at her dupatta. It was pinned to her outfit, and he knew that her fear of another outfit getting ruined by him was sure to slow her down.

Sure enough... she moved closer, her hands gripping the banister her slender neck bent towards him, as her shoulders hunched forward, her collarbones even more defined by the action.

He wound the dupatta around his wrist... till her body nearly touched the banister. Her knees buckled, as he stretched his neck and planted a slow kiss on the side of her lips, all the while wishing he'd been an inch off the mark!

Never mind... it could wait for another time... he'd seen the fear in her eyes, it unnerved him... was it the pain he'd caused? Or... was it that man who'd betrayed her?

Either way, he'd take it slow... step-by-step.

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