Playing With Fire

Chapter 43 - Need To Hear

Shahru totally skipped the robes he'd bought for them and carried her back to their room. She wouldn't have needed them, anyway. The heat they generated together was enough to burn her alive. Keeping warm wasn't a worry. They dripped a path of water through the cabin. She hadn't noticed the towels that waited on the dresser in the bedroom, but she silently thanked God Shahru thought ahead. Her heart still hummed because of everything he'd told her tonight. It took a lot for him to open up the way he had, and she couldn't help but feel so proud he chose her to share it with.

Part of her heart still ached for him, ached for the pain, the loss, for the guilt he still carried with him, but she was hopeful somehow they could make it work. He gave her that hope this weekend.

Shahru set her on her feet. "Come on, baby, let's get dried off."

With a smile she took the towel from him while he roughly pushed the fabric over his own body in a halfhearted attempt to dry himself as well. He had his underwear off before she unfolded the towel. His towel tossed to the ground before she reached for the sides of her own panties. "In a hurry?"

"Hell, yes. I want you naked and in bed."

Kajol didn't try to stifle her grin as he pulled the towel from her hand and took over for her. The plush fabric dried her back, her chest, taking extra careful time drying her breasts. He slid the towel down her belly, her thighs, her calves and feet. He gently pushed her onto the bed.

Shahru crawl up the bed toward her with feral hunger in his eyes, and she shivered, fully aware she was about to get the everything she craved.

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Shahru burned with the need to take her right now, but craved to play, to explore at the same time. Her beautiful, naked body lay out in front of him, waiting, ready for whatever he had in store for her. God, he loved this woman so much it almost hurt. It did hurt at times, because he still wasn't sure he could be the man she needed. Right now he had to believe he was.

Like she did with everything else, Angel gave it freely, letting him sweep his tongue past her teeth and into the depths of her mouth.

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His voice came out rough, stilted. Her inner muscles started to gently contract and squeeze. She was just as close as he was.

"Shahru! Oh God. Shahru. I love you."

With that he took the plunge over the edge. Shahru pulled his limp, exhausted woman into his arms as she drifted off to sleep. "I love you too, Angel."

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Kajol shut her eyes and let the warm spray of water run down her face. She and Shahru had been home for a week now. In some ways things had been so perfect. He stayed at her house every night. They always ate dinner together. He called her if something came up and he might be home later from work. They were as together as two people could be, except they hadn't really talked about it since returning from the cabin.

He'd opened his heart to her, and she'd thought that meant he was ready to actually
think about the future, but then nothing. She'd told him she loved him twice at the cabin and neither time did he return her sentiment. Had she misread his signs? But then if he didn't see this as seriously as she did he wouldn't be with her all the time, would he? Some nights they didn't even make love. He'd just hold her in his arms as if she was the most important person in the world. She couldn't read that wrong. She felt the compassion, the love, but she needed to hear it too.

To ease her own mind she needed to hear it.

Kajol bent down and turned off the water. After towel drying her hair, she tied it into a ponytail, dried her body, and got dressed. Once she had her feet tucked into a nice, warm pair of socks, she headed into the living room to hear a knock at her door. That would be Preity coming over for lunch. They'd talked an hour ago and decided an on impromptu lunch date. Although they talked on the phone daily, it had been before the Fair since they'd seen each other.