Love : A Wicked Game

Chapter 34 : It's A Beautiful Morning

“What actually happened ?”

Samaira asked Rajveer later that night, when they were laid on the bed, tangled in sheets. Her head was on his shoulder as she made circles on his chest with her hand while his fingers subconsciously trailed up and down her spine.

He bit his lip. He needed to choose his words carefully as she already was shaken at the possibility of him being in danger.

“It was... an attack. But that was not the problem as me and my guards had handled the situation easily.” - he assured when she gasped. “The problem started when I stumbled upon a bomb under my feet.”

Her hand clutched his chest tightly, her breath hitching. He pulled her over his chest and kissed the top of her head.

“At the last moment, Liam dragged me away and we laid on the ground face flat before he covered the both of us with an EOD suit each.” - he told her and she frowned.

“EOD suit ?”

“Explosive Ordnance Disposal. In simple words, a blast suit.” - he explained. “But it was a risk, since we were not wearing it, but God had mercy and saved us.”

She placed an arm over his chest and hugged him tightly. Her body shaking at the possibilities of Liam missing by in seconds or the suits not saving them or-

“Samaira... I'm fine.” - he said softly, kissing her head again and squeezing her in his arms.

She turned her head slightly and placed a soft kiss on his chest. The regular and continuous rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard.

“Then we left the place quickly as to not wanting to be seen by the police. Checked into a hotel to freshen up and change and then straightaway left for airport. It was around 6 I guess. Then you know, from Delhi to Mumbai it takes 2+ hours so...” - he trailed off, finishing his tale.

He would have used his private plane but he didn't want to grab unwanted attention in Delhi. Helicopter was out of the question because of his army of guards.

“Whatever the situation, I'm just glad that you are safe and with me.” - she said softly, her fingers resuming making pattern over his chest. “And if you even think about to scare me like that ever again, I'll kill you with my bare hands!” - she threatened.

He chuckled but suddenly bit his lip when her nails softly scratched against his ribs.

“You already are.” - he said in a drastically deeper voice that made her look at him.

“Pardon ?” - she asked, confused.

He pointed towards her fingers roaming on his chest, abs and ribs. Her eyes shined with realization before picking up mischievousness.

“Really ?” - she asked innocently even though her fingers slowed in pace, her touch becoming sensual, as she trailed her hand down his chest.

His breathing hitched. “Really.” - he husked out.

“And is that a bad thing ?” - she whisper-asked, a smile playing on her plump lips.

He held her hand over his abs and flipped her over, swiftly pulling her beneath him.

“It can be. For you.” - he answered, pinning both her hands on either side of her face.

“How so ?” - she asked, her mischievous smile intact.

“By not getting any sleep.” - he whispered, his breath hot over her lips.

His words sent a jolt of arousal straight to her core and she involuntarily licked her lips. The movement causing his eyes to darken.