Chris dreamily watching Kiara run around to cook.
latibule
(n.) a place of safety and comfort
How did Chris keep ending up in these situations? By some sort of miracle– or his personal favourite theory: superhuman power, Kiara had managed to convince him to stay for dinner as she whipped up a delicious meal in less than an hour. She was currently completing the final touches on her famous gulab jamun* while he did the dishes, needing to keep his hands busy before he decided to act on his less gentlemanly impulses.
Observing him fumble around with the wet sponge, she snickered under her breath, "You do know how to do the dishes, right?"
He scowled, "Now that's just insulting."
"Well, can you be insulted and do the dishes?"
Sticking up his middle finger as soap suds trailed down his muscular forearms, Kiara tried not to get distracted by Chris again as she shook her head and turned away. Standing on her tiptoes, she released a frustrated sigh as she struggled to reach the bowls on the highest shelf. The action caused her cropped sweatshirt to ride up, exposing more of that soft creamy skin of her toned abdomen. Before she hurt herself, he closed the distance between them to step right behind her. Reaching over her, he grabbed the bowls and set it on the counter beside her.
Chris knew he should've stepped away but instead, crowded Kiara and planted his hands on either side of her as he caged her against the counter. Her body tensed at the proximity, knuckles turning white as her nails dug into her palms. Maybe it was their enigmatic connection or that gravitational pull but it always drew them towards each other against better judgement. Why did he have to make this so impossibly hard?
Her breathing grew heavier as she dropped back down on her heels, "Thanks."
Willing his body to stay still, Chris clenched his jaw and shut his eyes to block out the intrusive thoughts screaming at him to pull Kiara's body flush against his. By now her hands had gone numb from how tight she was fisting them as she tried to ignore the effect of that cinnamon scent so entirely him. Those muscled arms strained against the counter as he dipped down to kiss the curve of her neck.
Inhaling her sweet scent of peaches, he shakily replied, "Don't mention it."
Kiara tried to distance herself from Chris but his hands firmly trapped her against the counter. Her breath thickened in her lungs at the feel of his warmth brushing tantalisingly against her skin as her heart fought to pump faster. His intoxicating presence rendered her brain useless as she swallowed hard to try maintain her resolve. Spinning around to face him, the motion put a little space between them as her gaze lifted to his face. She attempted to move again but he shifted his hips forward to pin her against the counter as a small whimper escaped her lips. Her pulse grew erratic when one of his large hands slowly skimmed up her waist, grazing the skin right below her breast. Heat pulsed between her legs as his grip tightened and her mind warred with her heart.
His hot breath fanned over her skin, "Tell me to stop."
She replied breathily, "And you'll listen?"
"Always."
But Kiara couldn't tell Chris to stop as she sank her teeth into her bottom lip in frustration. His hand skimmed further down, fingertips trailing a painstaking path along the inside of her thigh. His palm roughly gripped her inner thigh, sending a shiver up her spine as his fingers dug into her skin. Knuckles grazing further up, her heart thundered as he inched closer to where she so desperately needed his touch.
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