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She was vaguely aware of the blond man’s gaze behind her when Mahindar shook his head. “She doesn’t like crowds, and she feels safe where she is.”
“You’re probably right.” She looked around, but the blond man had already averted his eyes and grabbed the last of the food. No doubt Mahindar’s imposing stare had sent him running for cover.
She hid a grin and got busy cleaning up the few dishes they’d used. She was at the sink when Mahindar gave the driver some last minute instructions near the front door. She sensed her husband behind her then even before he wrapped his arms around her waist and bent his head to whisper in her ear.
“I don’t want my wife doing dishes.”
“And I don’t want to be waited on hand and foot.” She turned in his arms and lifted her sudsy hands to his face. “I’ll never be the pampered princess you expect me to be.”
His eyes darkened and he groaned, his mouth covering hers, dominating the kiss until the moment she responded and inched her wet hands behind his nape. His lips softened, coaxing her into complete submission.
Oh, god.
Even if she’d found the strength she couldn’t have shut down her body’s response. His touch charged her, turned her body into an electric current that zinged right through her. A charge that went straight to full throttle and seemingly charged him, too.
He spun her around and lifted her so that she was sitting on the island countertop, their mouths still fused as he continued kissing her while pulling her hair free. Only when he pulled his head back and gazed at her unbound hair and her ripe lips did he mutter, “So damn beautiful.”
His words were like a trigger that released all her inhibitions. She reached for him and stripped off his clothes as he stripped off hers. His shirt went first, then her pants and thong. He tugged off her T-shirt and unclipped her bra and threw it aside while she unzipped his fly and pushed his button undone. He didn’t bother to fully take off his jeans. There was no need when he was commando.
With nothing other than the gentle swell of the waves hitting the shore outside, their panting breaths and groans was the only exotic music they needed, their desire a pressure cooker as they came together again.
He clasped her thighs and pushed them wide, dragging her to the edge of the countertop before he stepped between her legs. With a groan, he one-handed his cock and guided it to her core, and his eyes holding hers, he plunged inside her, his shaft a spear that filled her and had her gripping onto his shoulders, her head falling back and her hair trailing behind her.
When he began thrusting slow and deep, she locked her legs around his hips and bucked against him.Holy fuck. If slow and deep touched all her delicious keynotes, then fast and hard must surely hit all the high notes.
She wanted wild and wanton. She even wanted a little pain with the pleasure.
He responded as though he’d read her mind.
He pulled out, flipped her around so that she was sprawled over the granite top, then he was driving in and out of her like theirs was the last sexual act they’d ever have together.
He sucked on her nape, his sweat-slicked chest pressing against her back, his nuts slapping her butt and his groan mingling with her cries of delight while his amber scent intoxicated her as she inhaled deep.
“I’m. So. Close!” she gasped.
“So am I, baby,” he growled, reaching past her butt to finger the hard pearl between her thighs that rejoiced at his deft touch.
She stiffened, then shattered hard, her inner muscles clamping hold around him. “Holy shit!” she screamed, her orgasm propelling her into outer body dizzying heights before she floated for long, glorious seconds into sublime bliss.
That Mahindar had exploded a second after her only barely registered, as did the warmth of his seed flooding inside her.
This might be the night he makes me pregnant…if I’m not already.
The thought drifted hazily through her head even as Mahindar carefully dislodged from her then turned her around and picked her up.
“Why don’t you sleep for a little while,” he suggested huskily. “We both can. We have a few hours before the village celebrations.”
She smiled, nodded, then her eyelids drifted shut as he placed her on the bed. She was vaguely aware of his weight depressing the mattress next to her, and of the covers drifting over and his arms wrapping around her…then nothing.
Chapter Sixteen
They arrived in the backseat of the jeep at the same fishing village they’d passed the first day of their honeymoon. Tables and chairs had been set up on the pier with fairy lights strung along the railings and the scent of citronella from squat candles filling the air.
The driver opened Mahindar’s passenger door and he nodded thanks before he strode around to open her other door. She smiled and clasped his hand, feeling more regal than she ever had as she stepped onto the dusty road in her silver heels beside the beach and pier.
Was her white, floaty dress too much for the occasion? She might feel all noble and regal but her naughtier side was getting off on the brazen sensuality of wearing nothing underneath except a brief thong.
But everything regal and naughty dissolved, a fluttery, sick feeling in her tummy overwhelming her as the villagers approached in an excited babble of greeting.
