Detached

CHAPTER 50

*MEERA'S POINT OF VIEW*

“Damn, you look so damn hot that my mouth’s watering,” Riyansh practically growled, looking me over slowly.

I laughed with relief and felt the blush creep onto my cheeks. When my gaze fell on Jush, I saw he was looking at me too. I raised one eyebrow, knowing I needed to show him that I wasn’t interested. As the plan formed in my head, I didn’t even think twice about it as I strutted over to Riyansh and plopped myself down on his lap, straddling him. Dipping my head, I pressed my lips against Riyansh’s, wrapping my arms around his neck. He kissed me back, moaning in the back of his throat. The small sound he made seemed to set my body on fire and turned me on more than anything else.

His arms circled my waist, pulling me tightly against him as the kiss deepened. My whole body seemed to pulse with desire as his taste and the warmth of his tongue resonated through my senses. As I pressed myself against the hardness of his body, all I could think about was getting closer and melting into him. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to come alive as an uncomfortable ache seemed to be building inside me. I needed him.

I was so thoroughly lost in the moment that someone clearing their throat next to me made me jump and come back to reality with a bump. I reluctantly pulled my mouth away from Riyansh’s, dragging in a ragged breath. Riyansh’s eyes shone with excitement and lust – as I would imagine mine did too.

“Happy birthday,” I whispered, making no moves to get off his lap.

“Definitely the best birthday ever,” he breathed, resting his hands on my hips.

He moved me slightly, but the small movement made us rub together in places that were already way too excited for my own good. A little zap of pleasure pulsed through my body. I gasped, tightening my hold on him as I wriggled, trying to ease some of the tension and pressure from my body. His lips found mine again, and in that moment I was lost all over again. His fingers bit into my thighs as another little bolt of the same sensation washed over me. I couldn’t take any more teasing, my body needed relief. It felt like I would spontaneously combust if I didn’t release this tension from inside my body. It was then that I decided that I would make this weekend special for him.

“Er… you two need a room? Hello, best friend here!” Jush teased. “Not that this isn’t hot to watch,” he added, laughing.

Riyansh groaned and pulled his mouth from mine, somewhat reluctantly. “Dude, seriously, go away!”

Realising this was inappropriate for their lounge sofa, with Jush watching, I blushed and gulped. “Let’s go eat. I’m starving,” I suggested, changing the subject. I smiled over at Jush. “You coming?”

A devilish grin broke out on his face. “Not yet, but you can help me with that if you want,” he purred, winking at me.

Riyansh suddenly punched him in the arm. “Mine!” he growled warningly, looking like he was only half joking.

Jush gasped, rubbing his arm as he winced. “Ouch, dude! I was kidding.”

I giggled uncontrollably at his put-out face. He looked like a kid that had gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Riyansh scooted forward on the sofa, still holding me on his lap. “Come on, Princess, Jush doesn’t want to go where we’re going, I already asked him.”

Jush shrugged. “Actually, I think I’ll come for breakfast, but I’m definitely not coming to the museum,” he chimed in, standing up.

I frowned, confused. Riyansh wasn’t into that kind of thing, so that was a weird choice of thing to want to do. “Museum? What museum?” I asked curiously.