Part 2 The Extended Foreplay
Karan stood in front of their room door, soaking wet with her muddy shawl in his hand. Water dripping from his clothes had begun to pool near his shoes. Yet, he was hesitant to go in. He didn't know what to expect from this woman. For all he knew she would have packed up her bags and was ready to leave, or was dressed in an all-revealing negligee and waiting for him to have his way with her. "Wait! Does she even own a negligee?" he thought to himself. If she didn't, he was more than willing to gift one to her. Either way, he was ready to apologize for kissing her in the front lawn which could have easily turned into a treat for the paparazzi and could have potentially wrecked her career. He made his way in with a spare key.
There she was! She stood there, drying her hair with a towel, wearing one of his red Polo shirts and a black half-pant. His eyebrows shot up and his jaw dropped down. She was a delight to his sore eyes. The shirt hung loosely on her, almost ready to be pulled off by him. It's not like she hadn't packed enough clothes. She could be wearing anything else right now. Instead she chose to wear his shirt! "Why is she toying with me like this?" he wondered.
She finally noticed him standing at the door, looking all hot, bothered and drenched. She moved towards him with a half-smile on her face and offered him her towel. He had a lot of questions, none of which he could verbalize out loud. He took his muddy shoes and socks off, threw it to a side along with her shawl, and closed the door behind him. She was still standing there, waiting for him to take the towel. It was his time to tease her a little. He could see the sign of annoyance coming on her face. But, she was so not prepared for what was going to happen next. He pulled his wet shirt right off his head and carelessly threw it on the couch. Half-naked, he came close to her and took the towel from her hand to wipe his relatively bigger body and hair.
Dr.Nagarajan was thrown off her game. She was stunned, to say the least. She might have hated him for a long time but now whenever he came so close to her, she could feel her heart pound right out of her chest, breathing accelerated, cheeks turning crimson and her senses getting buried in a sea of raging hormones. The sexual tension between them was undeniable. She wanted more from him, wanted him near her, even though she knew he was volatile. He had managed to destroy everything in his life. But, he was beginning to slowly redeem himself for her. She knew that and appreciated his efforts. He exuded chaos and she needed some of that in her blatant life. Nonetheless, she was conflicted whether to accept his amorous offers. She didn't want to give in to her carnal urges and ruin something she had worked so hard to achieve.
There was a sinful lust evident in their eyes; they stood inches away from each other. One step forward and they would plunge into a heavenly void of lascivious euphoria.
While she was busy fighting a moral battle in her mind, he moved closer to her. He threw the towel on the couch and caught the hem of the T-shirt she was wearing with his right hand. Not tugging too hard at it, he rubbed his thumb as though he was trying to feel the fabric of the cloth for the first time. The thought of his cold hands so close to her body sent shivers down her spine. Feeling temporarily paralyzed, she continued to stare into his dark orbs. She bit her lower lip, looking positively nervous. Her silence made him grin harder. He further leaned in near her left ear and whispered, "This looks better on you than it ever did on me!" She closed her eyes and turned away, unable to bear what he was doing to her senses. His left arm lingered near her waist. He moved his face to meet hers. They stared deeply into each other's eyes. They could hear a thunderous roar brewing outside their window and in their hearts.
Last part will be updated on Wednesday! Thanks for the wonderful comments 😳
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