Kareena nodded before letting Bindu go.
Bindu burst out, “Bobbi, I want to change the menu. No Indian food. Just Italian food. And we’re limiting the wedding guest list to a hundred people.”
“Leh,” Dadi said. “This one is talking nonsense.”
“Yeah, I’ll call the venue and make those changes now,” Bobbi said. “Aunties, it’s totally doable and even makes sense in this situation.”
This time the aunties went absolutely ballistic. With their backs turned, and their attention on Bindu, Kareena, Bobbi, and Veera managed to sneak their stuff out of the kitchen and to the car at the end of the block.
When they were seated and strapped in, Kareena took her glasses off and rubbed at her eyes. “Bobbi, you shouldn’t have said anything.”
Bobbi squeezed her shoulder. “I’m sorry, friend. Why don’t we get you to Prem? Maybe being with him will remind you that you don’t have to say the words to love someone.”
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Chapter Twenty-Six
Prem
Prem put away his notes for the next Dr. Dil episode and ordered takeout. One day he’d make dinner for Kareena, but he was too amped up to focus on anything else but her arrival. There were candles and her favorite playlist as background music.
He was going to ask her today for permanence. For something more than what they had now. He believed in loyalty and commitment and hard work. He’d take care of her, and hopefully that would convince her that they could have a lifetime together.
Before he rearranged the cheese board and the wineglasses for a third time, the front door rang. Prem was surprised to find Kareena on the other side with her overnight bag and purse.
“I was going to have the front desk call you to let me up, but they said I was on a list.”
Prem nodded. “You’re preapproved. Is that okay?”
Her shoulders lifted and dropped with an exaggerated sigh. “I suppose so,” she said.
“Good,” he said, and leaned in for a quick peck before taking her bag and leading the way inside his apartment.
He watched her kick off her shoes and drop her purse on the kitchen island.
“Do you want some wine?” he asked. “I figured we can talk, and—”
“You know what? I have a better idea.”
He dropped her bag when she launched herself at him and affixed her mouth to his. His hands were full of hair and hips, and when her tongue stroked over his, he lost all ability to concentrate.
Homecoming.
He curled his fingers behind her neck, his stomach tightening when he felt her shudder. They were chest to chest, breath to breath, and when her arms wrapped around him, demanding that he give her everything he had, Prem kissed her with all the pent-up frustration he’d been holding on to since he dropped her off at the train station the Sunday before.
Her tongue slipped between his lips, and he groaned against the wet brush in his mouth. Heat pooled in his groin, and he grew thick with need for her. He sucked her tongue now, and then nipped her lip, demanding more.
He’d been away from this woman for a week. He missed her touch, her smell, her laugh. Every time he was out of his apartment, he swore he could smell sandalwood and vanilla, or see a flash of sweater vest. He didn’t know why she was so hungry for him right this instant, but if Kareena needed him, he’d ask questions later and provide.
Prem ran his hands underneath her sweater vest and squeezed her breast. She let out a throaty moan. He pulled back, just enough to speak, his lips still moving against hers. “What do you—”
“No,” she whispered, and pulled at his hair. “No talking.”
“Rina?”
“You know me, Prem,” she said. “I don’t need to tell you what I want.”
If love existed, this woman would have his heart, and he’d willingly take his scalpel to carve it out and give it to her.
Her hands found his butt and squeezed, interrupting his train of thought.
Charlie bounced up like a spring, immediately at full staff.
Without thinking twice, Prem bent at the knees, picked Kareena up, and carried her down the narrow hallway to his bedroom. Seconds later, he was tossing her on the bed.
“No talking still?” he said.
She shook her head.
The twinkling city lights cast a glow over Kareena’s prone form. She leaned up on her elbows, then slipped off her glasses to hand them to him.
Together, they undressed. The easy exploration of familiar skin and curves was both comforting and arousing. From the under-curve of her breasts to the sensitive spot behind her knees and the inside of her wrists. Kareena was like a feast, and Prem took pleasure in every bite.
When she was naked, all golden brown against his white comforter, with dusky brown nipples and heavy round breasts, wide hips, and a trim triangle at the apex of her thighs, his hunger for her, his need for her surged.
“Prem,” she said, holding her arms open for him.
“Not yet.” He slid off the bed, then gripped her ankles and flipped her over onto her stomach before smacking the soft curve of her ass. She let out a choked gasp but pushed her butt out against his hand so that he could do it again.
This, he thought. This was how he knew that even in bed, they’d be perfect together.
Dropping a soft kiss on the red handprint mark he’d made, Prem shed his briefs, then slowly crawled onto the bed until his chest pressed against her back, and his dick nestled between her ass cheeks.
She shuddered at the contact.
Rina, honey, we’re just getting started.
Prem gripped her hips to position her. “On your knees.”
There was that gasp again. He could see from her profile that her eyes were closed, and she swallowed hard, but she shifted under him until she was on all fours with Prem positioned behind her. His fingers immediately dived between her thighs and began stroking her clit, first softly until she settled against his touch, then with firm strokes.
“Prem,” she whispered as she rolled her hips back.
When Kareena whimpered, Prem curled one hand around the front of her throat and pulled her up so that they were back to chest. She gasped, and her breasts rose with each labored breath.
“Let me finger fuck you,” he whispered and pushed two digits into her tight pussy. He could come watching her enjoy the pleasure he was giving her. When she relaxed, he pulled out and rubbed her flowing juices over her clit.
“Prem,” she sobbed.
He began to rub her clit alternating between firm and hard strokes. When he felt her reach a precipice point right before an orgasm, he inserted his fingers inside her, and waited for her to calm before driving her slowly mad all over again.
“I can’t,” Kareena cried out, her head rolling against his shoulder as he brought her to the tipping point a third time. “I can’t, Prem.” She tugged on her nipple with one hand and reached back to pull his hair with the other. “Oh god.”
He moved faster, their hips undulating as she begged him for more without words, without anything but the growing dampness.
Prem felt the tension coiled tighter and tighter into her body until she pushed against his unyielding hold. Her scream of ecstasy was like music to his ears. He held her as she came in his arms. His fingers dampened and he continued to gently run his fingertips in circles over her clit, stroking her lips as her body shook against his chest.
Kareena whispered his name, and her head rolled against his shoulder.