Finding Love in the City

66. To the bridge

He continued gazing at her sleeping form, kissing the back of her palm every now and then, a sweet smile tugging at his lips as he relived every glorious moment spent with her, every curve of her body, each aberration on her skin... Her naivety and innocence had him charmed for a long time now, but that night, her seductive and sexy avatar had him mesmerized too. Those gorgeous cheeks, the breathtaking smile, the shimmering orbs, the quivering lips, the stretch marks she was so scared of showing to him—he had loved every bit of her, and he worshipped every bit of her.

Oh, he had had sex a lot of times in his life. But for the first time, he made love to a woman. His woman. And he was quite proud of the fact that he was irrevocably in love with her. The intense feeling of being one with her rang through every cell of his body, and he could tell why it was a transcendental experience, the once-in-a-lifetime high that could happen only with a few select people on Earth. And he was glad he got to experience that with Nandini Basu.

He had wrapped both of them with the duvet, and the only illumination in the room was from the night lamp on the bedside table. In the faint iridescence, he could make out the outline of the artistic hickey he had left on her throat, and as he caressed the spot, her eyelids fluttered open.

The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was the adorable smile she was so fond of. She reciprocated and snuggled closer to him. "Hey."

He kissed the top of her hair as his arm went around her shoulders. "You okay?"

"I am." When she peered at him, a wave of recollections from the night before rattled her senses, and she blushed at the reminiscence of the intense and passionate manner in which he had made love to her. She glanced away.

He tucked her hair behind her ears. "Why did you wake up?"

She hid her face under the blanket. "Don't know."

He chuckled, dragging the duvet away from her crimson features and pecking her lips. "Don't try to hide from me, Nan. I won't allow it anymore."

She reddened furthermore and evaded meeting his gaze by concentrating on the nightstand next to the bed. "Uh... what time is it?"

He grinned at her obvious charade. "You tell me."

She heaved a sigh and turned away from him, cautiously trying to move along with the blanket covering her. She had only just leaned ahead to grab her phone from the nightstand when the duvet slipped off her back, revealing the cute little black mole that had him enticed and enchanted for a long time now, and he didn't waste any time before his warm fingers brushed against the smooth expanse of the mole.

She gasped and quivered at the seductive touch. "What are you doing now, Crazy Devil?"

He chuckled before deftly kissing the spot as his lips replaced his fingers. "Don't ask stupid questions, Silly Nan."

A quick yank, and the duvet was off her. She swerved around with her eyes widened in shock. "Adi!"

He giggled. "This is better. Much better than a sari-clad Nandini Basu. Not that she wasn't beautiful, but I prefer this."

She didn't know how to hide herself anymore, and the only thing she could think of was hiding her face behind her palms and avoid looking at the smirk on his face. "You are so crass," she mumbled.

He inhaled the sweet scent she boasted of by hiding his face in her neck. "Vixen," he murmured against her earlobe, "I need to talk to you."

"Tell," she muttered.

"Let me look at you."

"No!"

"Nan... I need to talk to you."