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She cupped his face. “You really do have trust issues.”
He lowered his mouth, but she turned and pushed him against the cold tiles, turning on the shower. They were drenched in seconds.
She studied him through her wet lashes. “Take everything off.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. When he was bare in front of her, she took his hands and placed them above his head.
“These stay here,” she ordered. “I want to try something.”
His eyes popped as he understood her line of thought.
“Jiya…you don’t have to…” he began. She silenced him with a kiss. Her mouth roamed across his body slowly, carefully, going lower down his chest, skating past his abs until she dropped to her knees, her face in line with his raging erection.
She palmed him, stroking him from root to tip. He trembled.
She kissed his tip, and his hand caught her head.
“Hands above your head, else I will stop,” she said.
The minx was repeating his words from the previous night. He put his hands back on the tiles above, and Jiya took him fully in her mouth. He groaned, losing all sense of time and thought as she worked her hot, wet mouth over him again and again. What she lacked in experience, she made up with her eagerness to make it right for him. And it was right. So bloody right! The warm water cascading over them… Her mouth working over him… It was perfect.
His blood was rushing, bubbling under his skin. His heart was close to bursting. Jiya was playing him like a puppet, stringing him along, making him dance to her tune.
“Jiya, I’m going to lose control and fast… Y…you have to stop now,” he sputtered.
Her answer was to deep throat him. Fuck. He captured her head with his hands and guided her mouth the way he wanted. His eyes shut as pleasure began to swamp him. He pulled out of her and raised her, pushing her against the wall. Stripping her out of her clothes, he wrapped her legs around him and slammed into her in one quick thrust. Her arms wrapped around his neck, tightening as he thrust harder into her. Water rained down on them as their breaths merged and their mouths tangled. Pleasure rose like a storm, pulling them both under at the same time. He came with a loud yell, emptying inside her, just as she screamed and fragmented around him.
Several seconds later—or was it minutes, he didn’t know—he dropped her legs. Seeing her unsteady, he held her in his arms, touching his forehead to hers. Something vital came to his mind.
“Shit. I didn’t use protection,” he told her.
She opened her eyes. “It’s the wrong time of the month. Don’t worry.”
He heaved out a sigh of relief. But the thought remained fixed in his head. He’d prided himself on his control for years, yet this one woman had reduced him to being mindless and senseless. He’d done what he’d never done ever since he’d started being sexually active.
He’d forgotten to use protection.
His heart thumped in warning. This woman was changing his strictly set behavior and patterns, and if he was not careful, he didn’t know what else she’d manage to change.
15
The last days had been the best, Jiya thought as she snuggled into Rohan’s bed. In front of her, Rohan was pacing as he spoke into his phone to someone in London. Her mind wandered. She thought through the last two weeks. They’d been perfect in every way.
She’d practically been living with him. They’d even been going to work from his house in the chopper. While initially, she’d been hesitant because of how it would optically look, Rohan had assured her that no one was ever there to receive him on the rooftop of the office building. She could easily take the elevator down to her floor without anyone raising a brow. Hence, she had agreed, and it had worked. No one had suspected that she was involved with her boss. She and Rohan had kept themselves carefully hidden from the world so far, taking each day as it came and learning more about each other.
Rohan had shed his inhibitions with her, showing her who he truly was. He was charming, fun, and easy to be with. They spent their days at work, after which they returned here to his home. They had their meals while discussing business and his horses. She spent a lot of time with Xerxes, walking him or watching him train. Being with that horse had quickly become the best part of her day.
She and Rohan had developed a happy routine. They spent a lot of time in his den, watching TV or reading books. She got him to watch romance films while he convinced her to watch spy thrillers. And the lovemaking was mind-blowing. Rohan was a skilful and generous lover, and each time they made love was a different experience from the first.
He was everything she’d always wanted in a dream man. He was wise, thoughtful, and considerate. He cared about her opinions and saw to her comfort always. He even cared for the people working at his stud farm. She’d spoken with several people, and after Rohan had announced that his staff could interact freely with her, a few, especially the housekeeper, had opened up nicely to her. Whomever she’d spoken to had nice things to say about him. He paid them well and sponsored the education of most of their kids. Several of their children either worked in his offices or he’d helped them get jobs.
Rohan Bali was a good man, only that he didn’t let people see it. He allowed the world to believe he was cold and controlled and didn’t care a damn about anyone or anything when none of that was true in the least. Jiya already liked him so much, but hearing this had made her like him even more. It made her fall in love with… Her breath hitched. No, it was too soon. She couldn’t and wouldn’t verbalize what she felt for him.
She turned to her side. Things were good between them so far; in fact, they were wonderful, but she knew she couldn’t hide with him forever. Their closest ones needed to know they were together. It just felt wrong to keep her sister and her friends out of this happy phase of her life when she was so happy. And she was happy. Very much. She needed to talk about this with him, and soon.
Another thing which was a bit problematic was Rohan’s reluctance to talk more about his past. After the initial insights he’d given her, he’d completely stopped bringing up his past, and each time she probed, he gently diverted the subject to something else. She was certain his past had played a huge impact in shaping his personality, and she wanted to know everything in order to understand him better. She shut her eyes with a sigh. Looked like the things that needed addressing were simply piling up.
And that’s why she refused to even admit what she felt in her heart for him. Her mind kept telling her to hold on and to ensure that everything was open between them before she even accepted aloud to herself what it was that she truly felt for him.
