Playing With Fire

Chapter 38 - Different Man

"You liked that, did you?" he asked, wicked grin in place. 

"I more than liked it." She bit into her bottom lip to keep herself from saying the words that sat at the tip of her tongue. She loved it. She loved him. As much as she wanted to tell him, she also didn't want to risk ruining what she felt to the marrow of her bones would be the most special weekend of her life. If she told him how she felt, she ran the risk of him shutting down on her, of him pulling away with a silly fear of hurting her that she knew would never come to pass. Shahru leaned forward a couple inches, making her melt into a puddle of mush when he took her mouth in a kiss. He didn't slip his tongue inside, but he didn't have to. Just the sensuality of his lips plucking life into hers was enough to make her breathless again.

"Thank you for bringing me here."

He looked at her, his hands smoothing over the skin of her back. Shahru pushed one into her hair, ringing a lock of hair that fell in her face behind her ear. It was almost as if he couldn't stop touching her. Who knew if that was wishful thinking or not, but that was the way she felt.

"Are you kidding me? I had ulterior motives in mind. I didn't want to risk any distractions while you thanked me for my help with the fair. This is all about me, Angel."

He winked at her, sending a rush of sensations flowing down her spine. Yeah, right. This weekend was for her, and she knew it. Sure, he had to have wanted to come here too, but he also wanted to give this to her, to reward her for what she'd done, and in her mind there were no bigger rewards than being with Shahru. But she also knew the playfulness helped make him feel as if he kept her at arm's length. "Well, I guess I should be thankful you're so selfish then." She smiled at him.

"That's me." Shahru sat up so she straddled his lap. "I'm a selfish bastard."

This time when he took her mouth their tongue mated intimately. His hand tickled the hair at the base of her head while his tongue swam to the innermost depths of her mouth. This man knew how to kiss. He nibbled, and sucked, then pushed his tongue inside again. Her head started to spin a bit, whether from lack of substance or sexual excitement she didn't know. She answered her own question when her stomach growled lightly. "Sorry."

He gave her his carefree chuckle, scooted to the edge of the bed and stood. His strong stance didn't even waver while he held her in his arms against himself. "You worked up a hunger. Nothing to apologize about."

Shahru set her on her feet and threw his T-shirt at her. Without hesitation she pulled the white tee over her head. It smelled of him, of rugged, sexy man. He pulled on a pair of boxer-briefs. "The kitchen is stocked with hot chocolate for you. Why don't you make yourself a cup, I'll stoke the fire and then make us some breakfast."

Her body softened. Even something as little as making sure he had hot chocolate here for her made her fall in love with him more. How could he ever doubt the man he was? How could he not see? "I can make breakfast. You shouldn't have to do the fire and make the breakfast."

"I can handle a couple of fried egg sandwiches."

"So can I." When she crossed her arms over her chest in feigned annoyance, the bottom of his shirt rose on her thighs. Shahru's gaze hadn't missed it. The simmering heat in his eyes almost burned her alive.

"Make the hot chocolate to warm you and then you can make breakfast. I'll have you know I'm still being selfish, though. It's a small cabin, and the fire in here won't have reached the other rooms, but I want you as close to naked as I can have you. The heat of the stove will take the chill off until I get the fire roaring."

Little did he know he'd just got her internal fires more than roaring. "Sounds like a deal to me." Kajol walked out of the room before she never got out. The heat between them was almost too strong to ignore, but she did need to get a bit of substance in her system. She reached the end of the short hallway in the cabin in only a few feet.