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But he told her not to call her driver or housekeeper or anyone to her home yet.
“But if it is safe, why can’t I call them?” she asked.
She had wanted to call Shankar, her driver, to pick them up from the airport. But Aarav said a car was already arranged and he loaded their luggage into it and drove it himself.
“I don’t want anyone at your place when we get there,” he said.
She realized he wanted privacy. Aarav Rathod wasn’t the kind to keep things within the bedroom. She sneaked another look at him.
His body language still appeared distant and tense. The jerk was probably putting on an act to drive her crazy. And it was working. She couldn’t wait to be alone with him at her home.
Thirty minutes later, he pulled in front of her driveway.
“I’ll bring in the bags later,” he said.
Her heart thudded in anticipation when they got out of the car. She was about to enter the lock code, but he said it was changed. He entered the new code.
The door opened and they stepped inside. He still had the distant, broody look as he looked around the living room, taking in the décor that she and Dheeraj had chosen in their home together.
She suddenly realized why he was broody and distant.
He must be jealous and angry.
Knowing exactly how to pacify him, she decided to take the matter into her hands.
He sat on the plush living room sofa and looked at her broodingly. “Tara, we need to—”
Before he could finish, she fell on him. She sat on his lap facing him and kissed him. She ran her palms under his t-shirt lightly scraping his muscled abs using her fingernails. And she began grinding on him until she felt his hard arousal jerk under her.
“Dammit, Tara,” he cursed with a groan, holding her hips still. “Wait—”
She continued to kiss him, using her tongue, lips and even teeth to kiss him passionately and drive him crazy.
She nearly squealed victoriously when he let out a growl and his fingers tangled into her hair and he kissed her back. She put her hand on his arousal, gripping it and squeezing until he growled again and tipped her on the sofa.
He lay on top of her, kissing her fiercely while cupping her breasts possessively.
The place between her legs began to throb. Urgency gripped her. “I need you, Aarav,” she whispered.
Suddenly, he froze. And then, the heavy press of his weight was gone.
She blinked in confusion.
“Fuck!” he growled. He was standing in front of her, looking angry and visibly aroused.
“What’s wrong, Aarav?” she asked, not understanding. “Is it… is it because of the house?”
She couldn’t change what happened in the past seven years. But she hoped Aarav would not let it affect him.
He looked at her. “No, it isn’t the damn house. Or… rather not entirely.”
“Then what?”
“We need to talk first, Tara,” he said.
A sudden bolt of fear and anxiousness hit her at his tone.
She hurriedly sat up and straightened her dress. “What is it?”
