“Hmm?” A squeeze of her breast, the calluses on his palm a delicious rasp of sensation. “I guess I do.” A slow, devastating smile when he looked up, as if he’d made a discovery. “Are you going to let me?”
She had no idea what wicked things he was asking, but she’d give him anything right now. Aware of the danger, she leaned in and sucked at his lower lip. He let her play, and he played with her. She was pretty sure her panties were well beyond damp at this stage; she could smell her arousal. It might’ve been embarrassing if Raj hadn’t been with her every step of the way.
His own arousal wasn’t exactly a secret.
He was big.
Kind of intimidatingly big.
She’d worry about that later.
Right now, she was being kissed and fondled by the sexiest man she’d ever met. His stubble was rough and perfect, and she was totally okay with stubble rash. She’d stocked up on high-strength concealer for a reason.
It was only when he moved them to the bed, dropping her onto her back, that she had a flash of intelligent thought. “I’m not on the pill.” Blurted-out words. Important words.
Thrusting his hands through his hair, Raj groaned. “I’m an idiot.” A second later, his pragmatic brain kicked in. “Where’s the closest pharmacy?”
Nayna pointed to her bathroom. “I went this morning.” She’d been sure she’d be busted by some auntie on holiday any second. Her heart had beat like thunder. She’d felt like she was trying to buy drugs instead of protection. “It’s in the medicine cabinet.”
Raj bounced onto the bed. On his hands and knees above her, he leaned down to kiss her with an open delight that just… turned her into light and fluff and sparkles. She’d never seen him like this with anyone. Not his family. Not her family. Not with the people at the party.
Just her.
“One second,” he said and got off the bed when they came up for air.
Nayna began to feel a bit awkward a split-second after he disappeared into the bathroom. Pulling up the bra cup he’d pushed down, she swallowed. He entered the bedroom again, the box in his hand.
Lifting it to his mouth, he used his teeth to rip off the plastic. As she watched, he emptied the box onto the bedside table.
“Easy access,” he said when she just stared, and then he was over her again, a big warm wall. “I have to tell you something before we do this.”
Distracted by his biceps as he leaned on his forearms, she said, “Hmm?”
“Nayna, my face is up here.” It was a laughing comment, his shoulders shaking.
Wanting to smile—she’d never thought sex would include smiling—she looked up. “I’m listening, cutie-pie.”
A hint of color on his cheekbones as he said, “I’m going to mess this up.” It came out a rough statement. “I want you too much and I’m probably going to lose it the instant I get inside you.”
Nayna squirmed, her thighs squeezing tight around an arousal that might send her over the edge before he even pushed in. “That’s okay. I’ll give you a do-over.” If he kept on looking at her as if she was his favorite candy and he was starving, she’d give him as many do-overs as he wanted.
Scowling, he shook his head. “No. This is our first time. We both get to orgasm.” No give in his words.
Nayna’s mind caught on his phrasing. “It’s our first time together,” she murmured, trying not to feel jealous of all the women who’d come before her; her shyness and resulting lack of experience wasn’t Raj’s fault.
“That too.”
It took Nayna a minute. Her brain sparked with too many neurons all firing at once. “B-but you’re so…” Dumbfounded, she ran her hands over his chest and abs. “How can you have never…?”
“I decided I’d only be with a woman who wanted to lick my abs.” He kissed her.
And though she was still caught in a loop of disbelief and wonder, she had no shields against his kiss. Or from his desire. Raj wanted her and he made no attempt to hide it. To hear his breathing go uneven, to feel his chest rising and falling as raggedly as her own, his hands trembling slightly when he touched her—as if he couldn’t believe his luck—it made her feel the most beautiful woman on the planet.
She touched him as voraciously; drinking in every drop, savoring every moment, every touch. His body was hot silk and rigid strength, his chest hairs a crisp abrasion against her skin. Then there was the defined vee above his hips—she was going to kiss and lick every inch of the muscles that created that vee.
Don’t get her started on the furred trail that led down into his jeans.
Breaking the kiss, she followed that trail with her fingers—and knew he was watching again.
Her breath caught.
Her nipples throbbed.
Reaching the edge of his jeans, she played her fingers near the button above the zipper. She wasn’t trying to be a tease. The truth was, her shyness around men had decided to wake up and wave its flag at the worst possible moment. Her throat was dry, her pulse thrumming. “In the movies,” she whispered, “they make it look so seamless.”
“In the movies,” Raj rasped, “the guy never goes off half-cocked.” Groaning on those harsh words, he tugged away her hand. “We both have fun on our first time,” he repeated stubbornly. “That means you keep your hands away from dangerous places.”
Placing his palm on her navel as she fought the sudden wave of self-consciousness, he spread his fingers over her skin. “Let me do this.” His eyes holding hers, his pupils dilated. “Let me make you feel good.”
27
Heat Wave at the Glacier
Nayna swallowed and fought her nerves by focusing on his erection, the heat flushing his cheeks, the desire in his eyes. Raj wanted her. He wasn’t pretending, wasn’t disappointed. No, he was all but vibrating with passion.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want this.”
Raj shuddered before taking a long, deep breath and lowering his fingers to the button of her jeans. She was the one who watched this time as he undid the button and pulled down the zipper—to reveal the pale peach of her lace panties.
“You bought a matching set,” he said, sounding a little choked.
Nayna had to confess. “I was thinking of you when I did it.”
He groaned and slipped his hand inside her jeans to cup the hottest, most private part of her. Having not expected the sudden move, Nayna jerked. Oh, wow. Exhaling a gusty breath on the punch of erotic sensation, she made herself look down at the sight of his hand—big, brown-skinned, with a few nicks and scars—holding her so intimately.
It fried her senses.
“Tell me what you like.” Raj lowered his body so that he was speaking against her ear. “I’ve never done this before. Help me get it right.”
A single motion of his finger across the gusset of her panties had her toes curling and her stomach in free fall. Nayna had been dreaming and aching and fantasizing about him for so long that the simple friction of the lace against her skin as he explored her might well be enough to send her over.
Unable to stop the instinctive motions, she moved against him, rubbing and needy. He made a rumbling sound of approval in his chest, seemingly happy with her nonvocal encouragement.
“I fantasized about this,” he confessed as he continued to stroke her between her thighs. “After that night at the party—that night when I was nearly certain you weren’t wearing panties.”
Nayna shivered. “I wasn’t.”
A groan. “I dreamed about touching you like this and hearing you whimper. I told myself you’d be wet and silky for me.”
He so didn’t have to worry about that.
“This is better than my fantasy.” He kissed his way down the edge of her jaw to her mouth, at the same time using his free hand to tug down the cups of her bra.
Wrapping her arms around him because she loved kissing Raj as much as he seemed to love kissing her, Nayna jerked her hips against his hand when he stopped his petting. He started up again, going a little faster when she shifted impatiently.
Nayna felt wanton and wild and she loved it.