HER SECRET HUSBAND

Prologue

"What's up?" he asked, trying to keep the situation light. She winked at him. "Shouldn't I be asking that question?" she asked, looking pointedly down at his lower body. Reacting to her flirtation, his manhood immediately sprang to action, making manik swear. "Cut that out, nandini ," he growled, sidestepping her as she would've wrapped her arms around him. "I need a shower," he insisted, not meeting her eyes. He went into the bathroom and locked himself in. The place smelled of nandini . Cursing, manik stood under the cold shower to tame his libido. She looked like she meant business. How could he convince her to wait till they got married? He dried himself with the towel that was on a rack, glaring at the mirror. He needed a shave. But no, they weren't going to make love, so it didn't really matter. Just then he realised that he would have to step out in the towel as his clothes were in the wardrobe. Swearing again, manik walked into the bedroom. "manik," called out Nandini, eyeing him avidly. Fascinated, she got up from the bed and walked up to him. He appeared like a Greek God with his chiselled body that was still damp from the shower. She stood close to him and raised her left hand to caress his rough cheek. Her right hand was hooked into his towel as if she was going to pull it off him any second. Manik clamped his hand on hers, his fingers holding the towel firmly. "No!" "Huh?!" She looked deeply into his eyes, her brown gaze like melted cocoa, inviting him to make love to her. Her mouth was pouted deliciously, glistening wetly, begging for a kiss. Manik groaned deep in his throat, letting go of her hand to wrap his arms around her. He placed his lips on hers, sucking her upper lip. She tasted as sweet as honey, driving him crazy. His right hand moved down the curve of her hip to touch a thigh. He traced the curve, working his way under her nightshirt to encounter her bare bottom. "nandini." He deliberately removed his hands off her and raised his head to look at her. She stared back at him with slumberous eyes. "What?" A small frown puckered her forehead. "We'll make love after we get married," he declared. "What if I don't agree?" "I'll have to beg, right?" he grinned weakly. "Please, my love. You know your parents won't agree to a marriage between us. Doesn't it make sense to wait until after the event?" "What if I want you desperately?" She nuzzled his neck, her teeth taking a sharp nip. Manik groaned again, his arms crushing her to his chest. "Do you love me or just lust after my body?" "Can't I do both?"