Chapter 7
Yash was behind the bar when she made it back to the dining area. He was working on a drink as he sat on the barstool.
“You’re late.” His tone was curt.
“Barely thirty seconds.” She smiled.
Yash looked up from the drink he was working on and gave her a long stare but did not say anything.
“What do you have going on there?” She couldn’t help but stare at his fingers again like the first time she met him and the way they moved. Something about the smooth movement got her all hot and wet deep inside.
Yash wiped the side of the glass and walked around the bar counter holding the drink. She reached out to take the drink from him only to have her hand slapped aside as he moved dangerously close to her. He moved to stand way too close to her. Her palms went up to his chest on instinct but offered no defense or resistance.
He was so close all she could smell was him—his scent consumed her lungs making her feel high.
“You lost a bet, and you will dance to my own beat.” His voice was rough, and his breath felt hot on her cheek.
She looked into his eyes questioning his intentions. As if that was his cue, he dipped a toothpick into the bubbling drink in his hand and brought a ball of watermelon that looked like pure ecstasy to dance on her lower lip.
A shudder passed through him when a moan rolled off her lips in response to the initial contact. He dipped the fruit into her warm mouth making her gasp. His fingertip grazed her lower lip.
“Suck it.” It was an order, and she gave into the intensity of the moment.
She was under a spell, and that was how she rationalized her behavior. Her eyes rolled shut as she took in the melting ball of fruit to let it twirl over her tongue like she couldn’t get enough of the tingling liquid.
He swiftly pulled the toothpick out of her mouth making her eyes flutter open.
“I still think you are the wildest thing ever.” His voice was gruff making her body quiver.
“I… I…” She had no idea what she wanted to say.
“You were a sore loser tonight and for that… you will be my date for a fundraiser next week,” he murmured pressing his lips together.
She looked at him, and all she could think of was pulling on his shirt. She was so close to losing herself, making her wonder if he drugged her with the most potent aphrodisiac that existed.
He wanted her—he couldn’t get her out of his mind. A week of mindless sex with half a dozen women didn’t wipe out the desire that overruled his control. He wanted to bury his face in her folds and drown in her arousal the moment their eyes met at the bar. She wasn’t like the other women he had met in his line of work or otherwise. She was boldly checking him out at the bar, her eyes pools of lust. He wondered what those eyes would look like when he was buried deep in her making her explode.
Her pragmatic side was no match for the undeniable attraction she had for him. She didn’t care how but needed the shallow ache between her legs to go away and turn into something else. She wanted him to suck the pain into his mouth, but there was no way she could form a coherent sentence in response to his statement.
“Is that a yes for the fundraiser?” His voice was gravelly like he was having a similar turmoil.
When she looked up into his eyes, her eyes full of desire, her body craving for his touch, he slowly moved closer to her.
“You don’t have to tell me, I know how much you want this. I just need you to stop pretending like there isn’t anything between us,” he murmured bringing the tip of his tongue to the edge of her mouth. His tongue drew mini-circles at the same spot without moving closer to her lips.
She moved, her fingers gripped his hair, her lips parted, and her teeth sucked in his lower lip. Her stomach coiled with need when he pinned her to the granite bar counter.
His hard shaft threatened to rip through his jeans when he felt the smooth pain of her teeth sinking into his lower lip. He wanted his cock in her mouth, and just the thought of coming in her mouth made him shoot up. He wanted to lick her clean taking in her delicious body and come all over her to relieve the ache in his balls.
She was eager for his tongue, and when their tongues tangled, she moaned making his need to bury his painful hardness into her mouth grow exponentially. He couldn’t wait to feel the vibrations from her moans.
The blaring sound of her phone ringing cut through their moment, and she pulled back to take the call. She turned away from him not wanting him to see how much she was affected.
“Samar.” Her voice was still shaky from the kiss, and she couldn’t say more than her friend’s name.
“Hey, heading out to a club that’s open till three in the morning. Want to go?” her friend asked cheerfully.
“I had a long day. I am going home now. You have fun.”
Mantra ended the call and turned back to face him—the man who had the power to make her lose herself.
“Thanks for the drink.” She took the tip of the glass to her quivering lips. His eyes were on her, and she felt his gaze but did not look up.
“How long are you going to pretend?”
She slowly lifted her eyes to meet his scorching gaze. “There is no pretending, Yash. I just don’t want any of it.”
“Why? This thing we have between us, you can’t ignore it.”
“I don’t have time for this.” She maintained a calm but firm tone.
“I can’t get you out of my head. I’ve fucked every woman I could the last few weeks, and I fucking cannot get you out of my mind.”
She took a deep breath to calm herself and not react to his state of agitation. “Not to be judgmental, but that is your life, and I’m not into that.”
Yash looked at her like he couldn’t believe she was saying no. He did not move or take his eyes away from her face.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” He shrugged.
Like he wanted to rip her clothes off and take her there on the stone counter, but she refrained from saying those exact words. “Whatever!”
He didn’t need anything more than to destroy her need until she was begging for more. He wanted to dig his fingers into her soft mounds and lift her feet off the ground. Yash did not move, but his eyes showed everything he intended to do to her.
“Yash… we… we should call it a night.” She peeled her eyes away from his with great difficulty.
He smiled putting her at ease. “I’ll see you to your car.”
“That’s not necessary…”
Yash hushed her and waited for her to gather her things. He quietly followed her to her car and stood in the dark as she got into the driver’s seat.
“I’ll see you on Monday, Yash.”
He nodded, digging his fingers into his jeans pockets as she drove away.
Fifteen minutes later, Mantra’s heart was still not steady when she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex. She had barely stepped into her apartment when her phone pinged.
She was half disappointed when it wasn’t from Yash. It was a message from her client.
Michele: We had a wonderful night. Thank you!
Mantra: You are welcome. See you on Wednesday.
Mantra: Good night.
She threw her phone on the bed and went into the shower. The warm water did not help soothe the growing pain between her legs. She knew Yash would have satiated her every desire if she had wanted him to, but she needed to give it more time. She had too much going on in her life to get involved in something.
Yash was a distraction and a hot-looking one. She needed to stay away as much as she could… if only her body agreed with her mind and heart.