AsYa TS: One Hot Vacation *UPDATED*(Part 3: pg.16) - Page 5

Part 2

Zoya's POV

"Bye sweet girl." Zoya kissed Arisha's downy head and handed her to Dilshad. She hadn't been away from Arisha since she was born so she was having a bit of anxiety leaving her for who knows how long Asad planned this vacation for. She cried almost the entire day yesterday but didn't tell Asad anything. She knew he was looking forward to some time alone and she needed some rest and relaxation just as much so she didn't want him to cancel the trip because she was being weepy.

"Zoya, I've got the bags. Ready?" Asad asked pulling two suitcases behind him and a carry on which he handed Zoya. "Ammi, Allah Hafiz." He said to Dilshad and kissed Arisha's head before walking out the door.

"Zoya, don't worry so much. She'll be fine." Dilshad smiled at Zoya who took one last look at her baby, smiled at Dilshad and closed the door behind her.

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"You're not going to tell me where we're going?" Zoya asked incredulous. "You're impossible, you know that?" She huffed and picked up her iPad from the dashboard and started to surf the net.

Asad scoffed and she looked up from her browsing to look at him, "What?"

"I thought I told you to leave that at home." He grumbled. "Always with your iPad. Zoya!"

"What?" She looked at him with wide eyes. He shot her a look that said 'You should know what.'

Hell, she wasn't a mind reader. If he wanted her to do something, he could tell her or just drive and sulk all the way to the airport. She stuck her tongue out at him and went back to browsing the internet.

"I saw that." Asad said never taking his eyes from the road. His lips lifting into a half smirk.

"I know. I wanted you to see." Zoya laughed not taking her eyes from her iPad. One minute she was browsing an online store for new jeans and then her iPad was gone. "Hey!" She snapped.

Asad had taken the iPad from between her hands and flung it into the backseat. "No iPad this week. Just you, me and the sunshine and beaches."

Zoya's mood instantly shifted. Her lips lifted into a wide smile. "Which island?"

"You'll just have to wait and see where we end up." He took his eyes of the road and winked at her. She blew him and kiss and leaned back, settling in till they reached the airport.

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Zoya didn't know how he managed it but Asad had managed to wrangle her onto a flight without her even knowing a thing about where he was taking her. She didn't hear the flight announcements . . . nothing. She shrugged as she settled into her seat next to Asad on the plane. She didn't mind not knowing and now that the anxiety had receded from leaving Arisha, she was ready to relax and enjoy this much needed vacation.

She reached over and put her hand in Asad's and linked their fingers together. Asad lifted their intertwined hands and kissed the back of her palm holding it close. She leaned her head on his shoulder and snuggled in to sleep the rest of the flight away.

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When they touched down in HAWAII? Zoya bounced on her feet and dropped her hand luggage, hugging Asad in the middle of a crowded sidewalk. "Hawaii! Allah Miya!" She looked at Asad who was smiling at her childish antics and she gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him in close. Asad's gaze drew down to her lips and her tongue subsequently darted out to lick her lips. She saw his Adam's apple bob in his throat. "Zoya." His voice sounded hoarse and his eyes were still fixed on her mouth.

She leaned in close. Close enough that she could feel his labored breaths against her lips, "I love you, Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan." She breathed against his parted lips and then drew back. Asad swallowed hard then cleared his throat.

He hailed a taxi and loaded up their luggage and they travelled a short distance to their hotel. The hotel was beautiful. The staff was friendly and there were flowers everywhere. The beach, just walking distance to their hotel. Their room had an amazing view of the clear crystal waters.

"It's so beautiful here." Zoya marveled flopping on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. "This is just perfect and we only just got here. A week? Amazing!"

Asad dropped their bags by the door and she felt the bed dipped as he leaned over her and kissed her nose. "You're beautiful." He whispered. Zoya's heart melted. Since they got married close to two years ago, Asad had proven to be the most attentive, loving husband. Always paying her compliments that made her heart melt and making moves that made her go red with blushing. Who knew Asad Ahmed Khan was so . . . seductive? She sure didn't. Not when she first met him or by how he was so rigid in his thinking and ways. But Mr. Khan sure knew how to get her all flustered and he did it often, knowing his effect. Like now.

Zoya's top had ridden up; she was wearing a white top with a pink flowered pattern all over. It was untucked over black fitted jeans and sandals. She knew it had ridden up because she could feel the cool breeze fanning through the window on her heated flesh. She jerked as Asad's warm fingers touched her exposed skin. His head dipped down and kissed her bare stomach.

"Ready for some more practice? Remember what I told you a couple months ago? We can get started on baby number two here." Asad smirked and Zoya's face heated. She gasped and put both palms across her face. Her face was on fire. When Asad said things like that to her . . . her skin heated and heart always beat faster. Her skin becomes sensitive to his every touch and his smile, that wicked smile he got when he was teasing her, always made her breaths get heavier.

Asad's two hands closed over her wrists and removed them. Zoya kept her eyes closed until she felt the pressure of Asad's lips boring down on hers. Her lips parted on a gasp and she gave him the leverage to deepen the kiss. Zoya squirmed restlessly under him as he kissed her senseless. As his lips trailed to her neck, she breathed his name, "Asad."

"Zoya." He whispered back and looked into her eyes, "Think of this as our second honeymoon." And he covered her lips again . . .

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Zoya awoke to an empty bed and she found Asad in the sitting room. "You want to go see the beaches?" Asad asked staring at her intently. He looked like he was trying not to laugh. Her hair must be mussed up. She shrugged internally and nodded her head. "Yep, I'll just go shower and change."

Zoya piled her hair high on her head and stepped into the steaming shower. She washed up and got out to dress for the beach choosing an ankle length brown sundress with fat straps. Asad had no qualms about her scars so she decided she would go sleeveless. She took her towel to wipe the mirror and clear the fog from the shower so she could comb her hair, when she saw it!

"Asad!!!!" she shouted. She was fuming. Oh, he was in so much trouble. Big trouble!

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