Dare to Hope | Heir & Heiress #2 | ✓

♛ 2.45 In A Heartbeat ♛

Posted on: October 21st, 2019

♛ Jhanvi ♛

          Not soon after when Aarav leaves so I can get ready, there is another knock on the door. I was about to change out my top, already wearing the lehnga. "Who is it?" I call out hoping I won't have to open the door so I can hurry along the process of getting dressed.

Aarush answers from the other side, "It's me."

There goes my hope. I figure he would be here for something important. Worrying it might have something to do with the plan, I pull the hem of my top back down to cover my stomach and pinching the lehnga to hold it up, I walk over to the door without tripping. Opening the door just enough to stick my head out, I ask, "Hey, everything okay?"

He sees the mismatch of my clothes, figures out I am in the middle of getting ready, but doesn't let it deter his decision - whatever that is. With a hand on the door, he pushes it back leaving me no choice to move back as well as he makes his way inside... well, not forcefully. But you know what I mean.

"Inaaya. Where is she?"

I answer while letting the door click shut. "With Aarav. Why?"

He turns to face me while I am standing against the door and takes a step towards me, causing me to dig my back into the wooden surface behind me. "Good." He lifts his hand, eyes tranced on me, and after the rattle I hear, I realize he's locked the door.

Suddenly, I question his motives. "Uh... what has gotten into you?"

His eyes flicker down to my clothes again before dragging up my body - and though I am entirely dressed, I feel exposed under his gaze. "Lose the shirt."

I blurt out, my brain not needing a second to register his words. "Excuse me?"

His hands trail down my arms before resting at my hips. "You said you could live a lifetime in a moment."

My brows pull together in confusion, my voice reflecting that. "I did. Why are you...?"

He cuts me off, leaning closer even as his fingers slip under the hem of my top and grazing the bare skin at my hipbone. "If today is all we have, then I don't want any more regrets."

My stomach clenches at the slightest caress. His words. His actions. The way his eyes are boring into mine. There is no mistaking his intentions. I find myself lost for a moment. The entire build up from the first time I met him. The unspoken attraction I have felt towards him. The chemistry I know that we have. And yet, I haven't even properly kissed him. But, here he stands. Offering me everything.

I open my mouth, thinking of putting space between us so I can have a moment to think clearly without my brain fogging up, but he doesn't wait. I doubt permission means anything to him right this moment. He knew exactly what he was coming to my room for and he was determined to have his way.

His face leans in, capturing my mouth in a slow kiss.

My complaints of a second ago - that we hadn't even kissed properly - are soon dissipating in thin air. It's like he could read my mind.

His thumb brushes back over my hip bone, causing a shudder to pass through my spine. He's rendered my ability to think numb. Drunk in his kiss, I don't register when I bring my hand up to his shoulder, touching the back of it, sliding it to his pec before trailing it back up to his neck and around the back of his head, meeting his scalp while knotting my fingers through his short, well-trimmed hair.

No sooner than I part for a quick breath, he is kissing me again. This time in a deep, sensuous one. The effect of which trickles down to my core all while risking my knees to buckle. If my back wasn't against the door and if he wasn't standing right in front of me holding me. His kisses are as intense and breathtaking as him. But did I expect anything else?