The Rules Of Pursuit

42. One for all, all for one

Avinash's P.O.V

I tossed and turned on the bed. Mandy was already fast asleep, filling the room with his snores. Danish too had dozed off, exhausted by the days journey, followed by the outing and alcohol. But how much ever I tried, I couldn't sleep. My heart craved to see her.

She was sitting outside. I could pretend I was going to the loo and steal a glance of her. This feeling of restlessness was alien to me. I thought this was an infatuation, but never had I felt this way during my previous phases of infatuation over other women.

I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep without seeing her one last time, so with the scotch providing the courage I needed, I stealthily climbed down from the bed, making sure I didn't wake the other two boys.

My heart sank when I found the cane sofa empty. I had wasted too much time deliberating; maybe she had gone off to sleep in the girls' bedroom. I heard someone moving in the kitchen and felt a ray of hope. My feet involuntarily dragged me to the kitchen.

There she was, bent over infront of the open refrigerator door, with her back to me. The scotch pushed me forward before halting me right behind her.

She closed the door and turned on the spot, bumping against me. She was perplexed, seeing me there.

"You want something?" She asked confused. My mouth dried from the nervousness while I fumbled for a convincing reply to her question. I grabbed the bottle of water from her hand and poured the water into my dry mouth. When I handed over the bottle, her hands grazed mine. Her touch shattered my resolve of staying away from her.

Fuck it. I was done pretending that I was not drawn to her like a moth to flame.

"I don't want something," I growled, with the momentary courage the Pipers had given me tonight, "I want everything." I closed the gap between us before grabbing her waist.

My mind tried its best to get hold of the reins but I shut it off as I finally took those red-matte painted thick lips into mine. The taste of a recent smoke greeted me first, followed by the Piper.

I wasn't sure I was doing it right, since I had never kissed anyone before. I tried to imitate the way they do it in the movies, but she swept away my insecurities as her lips moved, molding themselves with mine. I pressed her closer to me while her nails dug into my back. I freed my lips from hers, to explore her jawline. I pulled her head back, my hands fisting her hair.

"Avi don't," she whimpered. Not tonight Naxi. You cannot stop me tonight. I wanted her in every way. I wanted to explore every part of her body. I kissed her along her jawline, and then her pulsating neck. Whatever perfume she had put on, made me want to bite her neck.

I knew she wanted me to have her too, even though her voice lied, her body didn't. I pushed her against the refrigerator grabbing her bum and pulling her closer to me. My erection pressed against her as her hands trailed down, pushing my butts to her.

I saw her breathing labour when I grinded against her. She closed her eyes, puckering her lips and I couldn't resist taking them into mine again.

"I want you Naxi." I said, before finding solace in her lips blending with mine.

"Ahem...I...needed to use the refrigerator."

I wanted to throw every cuss word I knew at Danish, when I grudgingly had to pull away from her. She ran out of the kitchen visibly embarrassed.

Danish was curiously smiling.

"Not a word to the others." I warned him menacingly. He pretended to pull a zip over his lips.