Part 4: Twisting by the pool
Day 2 at Mobor was going exactly how Najma had planned. She was at the beach, in her linen shorts and cotton tee, reclining on a lounge-chair sipping a Virgin Daiquiri. She sighed and adjusted her sunshades. This was life! Big thanks to her bhai jaan... hmm, now where was he?
"Ammi, aap ne bhai jaan ko dekha?" she asked, turning towards her young-looking mother who was lying beside her, book in hand.
"Na beta," Dilshad responded unconcerned, too lost in the plot of her book. "Probably at the villa?"
She was right. The man in question was a couple of metres away at the villa, hogging the swimming pool, at that every moment on his third lap.
He needed the exercise! Maybe this would help him work out all that pent up sexual tension he'd been feeling since last night's ice cream session with Zoya. Heck! He could still hear her sigh, feel the tremor in her body as he licked her hand. God save him! He wanted more!
The gorgeous woman he was fantasizing about stood on the balcony of her room, which overlooked the pool. Her day was not at all going as planned! Zoya had woken up with plans to swim; it'd had been months since she'd swum, but she was looking forward to it. Damn! Now Asad had beaten her to it! She was just going to have to wait for him to leave and then maybe she could swim in peace and quiet.
She stood, leaning against the balustrade. The steel grey romper showed the lovely, athletic form of her long legs, and also concealed the swimsuit she wore. She tried not to look at Asad who looked like a Greek God... his lithe form, slicing through the water.
He had a swimmer's body - broad chest and powerful shoulders, a torso that narrowed waist down, strong leg muscles and an oh-so-perfect rear that was encased in a pair of dark-blue swim shorts. Double damnation! Did they have to be the same shade as her suit?! There was no way she'd swim with him around... people would probably think they'd got a family discount on a 'his' and 'hers' set!
As Asad came up for air, the glint of Zoya's silver bracelet caught his attention and he squinted and looked up to find her staring at him. He registered the shock and embarrassment on her face when she'd realized she'd been caught gaping at him. He smiled. So this was a two-way street!
Just as he started to call out to her, she hurried into her room. Asad sighed and got back to his swimming.
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A little while later, Zoya ventured out from her room to find the clear crystal waters of the pool reflecting the faade of the villa, in their tranquility. Asad was nowhere to be seen. Yaay! Now was her time to enjoy the cool blues!
She ran down the stairs, two steps at a time, careful not to make too much noise in her flip-flops. Rushing into the cloak room, Zoya eased out of her romper and stepped under the shower.
In seconds she was out, her slim frame covered in a halter one-piece in blue. It was modest by today's standards, save for the neck which showed off her slender shoulders and collar bones. She was just putting on her swimming goggles, standing by the edge of the pool when the deep timbre of Asad's voice startled her.
She turned around in a hurry, and lost her balance as she collided into the solid wall of his bare, bronzed chest. He held her arm to steady her but neither had accounted for the wet, slippery floor which refused to co-operate with them!
As they fell into the pool, Asad pulled her closer and turned around so he fell first... she grabbed his toned shoulders and shut her eyes on reflex.
"We're alive, Zoya," Asad finally said as he steadied them both. The last few seconds had dragged out in his mind, in slo-mo like an action flick. He smirked. It was like a Bond film- Zoya in her now-wet suit, clinging to him like second skin... her perky breasts squished against his chest, her labored breathing causing them to rise and fall. Her eyes were still closed tight. He was tempted to kiss the droplets of water streaming down her face.
She opened her eyes slowly, and looked into Asad's sexy eyes. The laughter in them mingled with something more intense... need.
"Thanks Asad..." Zoya said softly. "Let me go... please," she asked, trying to extract herself from his embrace.
"Sure, but don't I get a reward for rescuing you?" Asad queried mischievously, his grin causing Zoya serious heart trouble! She knew what he was implying and she was so tempted to lean in. But she wasn't sure if she should... what would he think?!
She smiled coyly, and pretended not to hear that, as she wriggled out of his arms and swam away. It took but a few seconds for him to catch up... his hand gently grasping her ankle, causing her to stop.
She turned as he closed in on her, still writhing, but in vain. Her heart was racing... she wanted this as much as he did. Was it wrong to give in? This friends-first clause she'd put forward yesterday would be the death of her!
Asad noticed her uneven breathing, her diluted pupils and her parted lips... a dead giveaway... maybe he should just put them both out of this misery?
"Zoya... I want to kiss you so bad right now," was all he said as he freed her ankle. "Aren't you just a wee bit curious about what it would feel like?"
Zoya came to him, more confident of herself, of her feelings. Her touch was tentative, of someone lacking in experience. But she more than made up for it as she pulled his head down and sealed his lips with hers.
Asad backed her up to the side of the pool, and deepened the kiss, his mouth firm and warm, as he wrapped his arms to shield her from the hard edge. Her heart was beating wildly against his chest, just as his was... suddenly a kiss didn't seem enough.
"Zoya, we have to stop," Asad said as he pulled away. His lower body was throbbing, and in the water, as their bodies collided, she understood why. She was no less aroused... the moist heat at the top of her thighs, a sure sign of how she felt.
"I could go on but I'm not sure I'd be able to stop. And you know where that would lead us," Asad explained.
Zoya nodded... her brain comprehending his words, but her hands wandering on his skin with a mind of their own. Asad sucked his breath, enjoying the exploratory touch as her fingers skimmed the waist band of his shorts.
When had she gotten so bold! He was burning for this woman and he was going to have to do something about it soon!
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