Borrowed But Mine: An Arylie FF

Borrowed But Mine: Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Imlie leaned against the doorway to admire the view by the bed, when she emerged from the bathroom that afternoon, working the moisturizer she'd dabbed on her hands. Her fingers stilled as her eyes feasted on him.

Shirtless Aryan, Imp sighed as the t-shirt he'd worn to the cricket club came off, is HOT. Phew, girl, he doesn't even have to touch you, does he?

Imlie situated herself on the bed and watched as he stretched.

"Long day, right?"

"Hmmm..." She sighed and laid down sideways, propping up on an elbow, cupping her head in her palm, still gazing at him.

He held her gaze and raised his eyebrows in question. What?

Imlie shook her head. Nothing.

Aryan contemplated joining her on the bed. Reflexively, his feet made their way to the edge of the bed. With one knee on the mattress, he watched her.

This morning he'd found her exactly like this, lying with her feet at the edge of the bed, hot and bothered. He wanted to finish what they'd started this morning so bad. 

But there was a sweet torment in denying himself.

He crawled up her length and hovered his face over hers as she lay back, eyes locked, fascinated by every expression that flitted across her face. A movement caught his attention and his eyes lowered to the column of her neck that bobbed as she swallowed hard.

Lower still, the alluring curves of her body beckoned him in an invitation to sate his hunger and hers. Slowly, he raised his gaze back to her face, reading the bright pink flush of her skin, the cautious look in her eyes as they followed his line of vision.

His lip curled in a lopsided smile. Silently he reached out and grabbed a couple of pillows. Lifting her head, he slipped one under her head and tossed the other beside her. 

He suppressed a wicked grin when she heaved an audible sigh of relief as he lay down beside her.

"Turn around."

She glanced at him puzzled.

"Huh?"

"Turn. Away from me." He pointed in the other direction.

Carefully she turned her back to him wondering what was on his mind. 

Certain he was going to repeat his seduction from this morning, maybe pick up where they'd been so jarringly interrupted, she waited.