Playing With Fire

Chapter 28 - Take me

There was no way he could walk away from her tonight. Not when he wanted her so much, needed her so much. Not when she'd told him she wanted him to stay. Not when there was nowhere else in the world he would rather be than here with her. Crap, he was such a selfish bastard for even thinking about staying, but right now a herd of wild horses couldn't drag him away from the beautiful, sweet woman in his arms. "I can't make you any promises, Angel. I've got too much shit in my life that you shouldn't have to deal with."

"We've all got issues, Shahru. I'm okay with that. I'm not asking you for promises. One day at a time, remember? Just please don't walk out on me tonight."

What little resistance he had faded. He had a warm, beautiful woman wrapped in his arms. A woman who had started to mean much more to him than she should. He had issues. She had her family and her ex to deal with. Bringing their problems together created even more trouble, but he needed her and she wanted him. Tonight that had to be enough.

"Not if my life depended on it." Shahru took her mouth slowly at first, but quickly increased the pace, pushing his tongue inside her eager mouth. He wasn't strong enough to walk away from her. He didn't want to. Something about her got to him, tied his guts in knots. Just for one night he wanted to believe they could really be what they pretended to be. A couple, like every other couple walking down the street. He knew they couldn't, but right now it felt as if they could.

Shahru backed her up until she hit the kitchen counter. He grabbed her waist and lifted her to sit on the counter without breaking their connection. Shahru ate at her mouth, sucking her tongue deep into his. Damn, she tasted sweet. So good he wanted to drown in her, to get lost inside her for hours on end without coming up for air. His lips moved to her chin, down her neck. The whole time his tongue licked and teased the softness of her skin. "I want you so badly, Angel. Damn, I've never wanted someone like this. Tell me you're sure, because I don't know if I'll be able to stop if we get any farther."

Her breathless whisper sealed the deal. "Yes, Shahru. I want you."

He growled against her throat before pulling away just far enough to yank her shirt
over her head. When he did, he was blessed with beautiful, plump breasts covered in
black lace.

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Shahru dipped his tongue between the tight valley between her mounds, dragging it over the swells of her breasts. Angel moaned, arching forward to give him better access. While he licked at her tender flesh, Shahru reached behind her and deftly unhooked her bra. He eased it off her arms, letting her heavy breasts spill free. The dusty rose of her nipples begged to be tasted.

It would be a miracle if he made it through this night in one piece. It would be a miracle if he could make it last as badly as he wanted to push inside her, to feel the softness of Angel hugging him.

It had been a long damn time since he'd taken a woman to bed, and whenever he did, for the last five years, it hadn't felt anywhere near as intense as it already was with Angel. He hadn't wanted to make it last the whole night with anyone in a long time, but tonight he wanted to take her over and over again until they both sated this overwhelming desire between them.

Feminine little pants slipped past Angel's lips as she twined her fingers in his hair. Shahru nipped lightly at her pebbled peak as her hands tightened, pulling his head closer to her. "Do you need more, Angel? Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."
She deserved the whole world as far as he was concerned. He couldn't give her that, but he could give her pleasure. Here, tonight.

"Please..."

Her heat radiated through both layers of their clothes. He rubbed against her using the same ministrations his hand used on her breast with both his tongue and hishand.

"I'm burning up for you." Her words were breathy, little gasping breaths between each. She looked down at him, all pink cheeks, deep breaths and hooded eyes.

Between panting breaths, Kajol called his name before going limp against him. He didn't give her much time for a reprieve. He couldn't. Shahru swept her into his arms and carried her back to the bedroom. This was the first time he'd been in her room since she moved in. The utterly feminine decor didn't surprise him. From her light pink comforter to the white furniture and the vases filled with flowers everything looked just the way he expected. Shahru laid her down in the middle of the bed, still in awe of her haloed beauty.

He shook. Goddamn, his hands shook. It had nothing to do with his need to have a drink in his hand, or his need to keep himself busy so he wouldn't want a drink, but everything to do with the woman in front of him and his need for her. "Lay back, Angel." She again listened to him with no hesitation, complete trust he didn't deserve.

Trying to keep his hands steady, Shahru pulled down the zipper at the side of her skirt before easing the fabric gently down her legs. If he was going to do this, he needed to do it right. Even though he wanted nothing more than to take her hard and fast, right now he couldn't.

Inch by torturous inch he pulled down her skirt and tossed it to the floor. He felt intoxicated - But this was different. A good kind of drunk he wouldn't mind being addicted to if he knew it weren't so bad for Angel. When he hooked his fingers in the scraps of material on the sides of her black panties her small hands covered his, stopping him.
"Shahru ... I ... I haven't ever. I mean—"

So she'd never been with a man before. That should make him call a halt right now, but he couldn't. How the hell he got lucky enough that she'd want to give this gift to him he didn't know, but he'd make it good for her. He'd savour her, treasure her like the gift she was. Shahru leaned over her on the bed. He swept her mouth with his tongue, tasting her again before pulling away. "I'll be gentle. This will be good for you. I promise."

Shahru skated his lips over hers gently. One after another he kissed her, tender little tongue kisses that just about pushed him over the edge. "Be right back." Before he went, Shahru took her mouth again, demanding entrance with his tongue. He ate her delicious moan as she returned the kiss.
Shahru pushed off the bed and had his flannel, T-shirt and pants off in record time. He pulled the condom out of his wallet that he'd stuck in there out of the blue last week, pulled off his boxer-briefs, and sheathed himself. Picking her up, he laid her the right way on the bed, her head surrounded by the mass of decorative pillows he'd never seen the use for. She looked up at him—so sweet, so innocent, so trusting that he lost his breath.

"One day at a time, Shahru."

Damn, he was such a prick. Shahru went in.

A stab of pain pulsed through her as Shahru pushed inside and then a delicious
fullness. He held himself completely still above her, the straining muscles in his arm
flexed to hold him up as he boxed her in. Shahru's dark eyes penetrated her, as if he
searched for some kind of answer to questions he wouldn't ask her out loud. "I'm ready, Shahru. Can you get moving up there?" she asked, trying to lighten the mood as he always did with her, even though she knew half the time he didn't really feel it. But really, she needed him to move. Needed to feel him in a way she'd never experienced. Her whole body pulsed with desire.

"Hell, yes."

Kajol wrapped her arm around him, digging her fingernails into the taut muscles of his back. This man had the most beautiful body she'd ever seen, and watching him above her, inside her, did all sorts of funny things to a few very important organs in her body.