Second Chance Under the Stars - Chapter 4

A kiss was not going to be enough. Not one kiss. Not a hundred of them, even though Kiran’s lips running a trail down her neck were fast reaching that number.

His hands. His mouth and his fingers. They were all over her neck, her shoulders, her madly fluttering pulse. Tasting and testing, but it was still nowhere near enough for Devi. She had over two decades’ worth of longing and dreams to satisfy. A lifetime wasn’t going to be enough for that.

But she was so done being a spectator in her own life.

Hands wrapped around his neck, Devi shifted even closer to him on the couch. Wanting to burrow into the heart of him as he had always done with her.

“Can I undo this?” Kiran asked, his voice so husky and deep that it took her a few seconds to understand.

Devi looked down at herself, half lost to the world in desire.

She’d never been more glad that she had her favorite sundress on, with buttons running all the way from the neckline to the hem that fell midway to her thigh.

“Yes, please,” she said, not a hint of doubt in her heart.

The gladness in his eyes took her breath away. She still couldn't believe that he wanted her, as much as she did him. After so many years of waiting. But her body was catching on quicker than her mind. Even her heart.

Because while he hadn’t said the words, Devi thought she saw it in his eyes. In his actions. In everything that his body was communicating to hers with its naked desire. And it was more than Devi had thought possible. More than she thought she could ever have.

It was a torment to see him unbutton each one slowly. His forehead furrowed in deep concentration, as if this was the most important task he had ever accomplished.

Devi laughed, half tickled by his fingers lingering on each patch of skin he uncovered. “I’m going to be sixty by the time you undo this at this rate.”

He flashed her a quick glance with that serious gaze and the depth of hunger…made her heart beat faster. “You're a prize I didn’t even know I wanted, needed until recently. I want to unwrap you forever,” he said, with a sharp, almost predatory smile that hinted at what was to come.

Devi shivered, in that delicious, spine-tingling way, and he gave a rough grunt.

Soon, thank the Gods, the buttons were all undone. Her body felt like a tuning fork, but Devi didn't miss that his fingers were shaking when he separated the edges of the dress, revealing her to him.

The sudden intimacy of him seeing her naked sent goose bumps over her arms. But his fingers were there already, soothing her. Guiding her through this raw moment, telling her along with a soft kiss on her temple that he was right there with her.

Devi looked down at herself just as he did.

Her flush had spread from her neck all the way to her chest, coating her skin with a deep red tint. Her breasts were aching and heavy, the nipples plump under the pink lace of her bra. And it felt like he took forever, though it was only a few shallow breaths, to just look at her. A curl of his hair fell forward onto his forehead. And this time she didn't wait before she pushed it back. Possessiveness swirled through her as she curled her fingers in his thick hair and tugged impatiently.

“You’re not going to rush me through this,” he said, just as his exhale coated the curves of her breasts.

His fingers traced the lace, back and forth, his tongue licking at his lower lip. When he looked at her, his eyes were filled with such deep longing that she almost gasped.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “I feel…”

He never finished that sentence, but she heard the reverence in histone. It was better than she had ever imagined it would be—more real, more raw. Demanding more of herself and of him.

Suddenly, he took her mouth in a wild tangle of a kiss. There was no shock, or surprise, or any introduction to this one. This was eons different from the one that they’d shared in her hotel room in New York. This one just simply took.

Devi clung to him, breathing hard, wanting more and more and more.

“We don't have to do everything today. We don't even have to take this any further. Unless you really want to…” he murmured.

“Yes, I want it.” Her answer was fast and filled with resolve.

Shoulders shaking, he laughed and the sound rang through her chest like the bells at a temple, reaching all the way to her soul.

His mouth was at her cleavage and his breath on her skin was a torment she’d never imagined. “I want to touch you, all of you. I want to see all of you. But if you’d rather take it slow, I’m all for that too.”

“No, no going slow,” Devi insisted, steel in her tone. “I’ve been going slow for far too long. I don’t want to go slow anymore. I want to grab this moment. I want to grab you with everything I’ve got in me. I want to be with you now,” she said, her resolve fierce, her desire naked and loud. A deep, dark flush claimed his cheekbones and he rubbed his mouth against her lower lip and then dragged it down her neck to that spot between her breasts. Slowly, he unhooked her bra. And then his fingers were all over her, tracing, kneading, cupping, drawing such mindless circles around her nipples that they grew into tight buds. And she was shaking.

Devi was determined to take her own share of pleasure too. She was done with living in her dreams. This moment was hers. In this moment he was hers. She’d never worked so fast with her fingers as she did unbuttoning his shirt.

His skin was taut and smooth under her fingers. The sparse curls of hair on his chest tickled her palms as she ran them all over him. She touched him everywhere—the firm muscles of his shoulders, the flat points of his nipples, the hard ridges of his abdomen. She loved the hum he made deep in his throat when he liked what she was doing, the rough grunt when he wanted more, the soft hitch of his breath when she raked her fingernails over his nipples… She learned him just as he learned her.

But she also learned, to both her pleasure and disappointment, that Kiran was just as much a control freak as he’d ever been. Because soon, he batted her hands away from his body.

And then his mouth was there where she had needed it from the moment he had kissed her. Licking and laving the taut bud of her nipple. Slowly sometimes—in mindless flicks of his tongue, drawing one deep into his mouth next and suckling, setting every nerve ending in her body on fire. She almost came off the couch following his mouth when he pulled back and there was pure devilry in his laughter as he did the same to the other breast. Back and forth until she was nothing but pure sensation following him, his mouth, his fingers, his body, wherever he took her.

So easily he played, so fast he’d learned her body and its needs…but this wasn’t just about her pleasure. About her feelings for him.

“What do you want?” Devi panted. “I want this to be good for you. No, I want this to be absolutely amazing for you,” she said, her stubborn streak rising to the surface. “Not some consolation prize you settle for. I want us to be equals in this too. I want to be what you need, what your body desires.”

He pressed his finger to her sensitive lips and shook his head. “If you think I’m not dying to be inside you, if you think I haven't spent the last five months wanting you so badly I could barely sleep, then you haven’t understood me at all.”

*

Whatever he was about to say next disappeared from Kiran’s rational mind, because the minx had somehow undone the opening of his trousers and her long fingers fluttered there, waiting for his permission. He laid his head against hers, desire a drumbeat in his ears, and said, “Please touch me. You have no idea how much I want your hands on me everywhere.”

She smiled then, and there was a wealth of desire and belief in it. He shook his head ruefully, knowing that he was done for. Not that he hadn’t known it for a few months now, that she already owned him body, heart and soul. But now she knew it too.

Her fingers sneaked under the waistband of his boxers. And then they were wrapping around his shaft, soft and slow, exploring and tormenting. Throwing his head back, Kiran thrust his hips into her hand. She let out a hungry growl that made him harden even more.

“Like this?” she asked, that stubborn focus of hers centered on driving him out of his mind with each stroke.

Kiran caught her lush, swollen mouth in a hot, hard hungry kiss, sweeping his tongue in and out of her just as he wanted to do elsewhere. “Yes, God, yes,” he said as she fisted her fingers around his shaft and pumped him. “I haven’t been this eager in so long that I’m afraid ofmy control,” he said into her mouth, loving her little crow of laughter. “I need to be inside you. Now.”

She nodded. She shimmied off her matching pink lace panties and then her thighs fell apart, creating the perfect cradle for him. He moved over her and brought his lower body to hers, and they both moaned in unison—a perfect harmony of desire.

Taking his erection in her hand, she guided him to her core.

Kiran watched her boldness with need tightening in his groin as she flicked the head of his shaft in her wetness and moaned. God, why hadn’t he realized how amazing this woman would be in bed? How much her need for him would match his own for her?

It was a sound he’d never forget, a sound he wanted to hear every day, every night for the rest of his life. “Ready?” he asked, every inch of him taut and ready.

Devi nodded, her gaze intent on where she was playing with him.

Slowly, he thrust himself into her wet heat, and they both groaned in pleasure. When she egged him on, he lodged himself to the hilt deep inside her and her body arched toward his off the couch, pressing her bare breasts to his chest. His lungs worked like bellows as he closed his eyes and just…relished the tight feel of her around him. As he breathed her scent deep into his lungs. As he lay there, in this moment with her.

“Do it again,” he said, loving the rasp of those tight nipples against his skin. “Use me for whatever you need.”

And she did it. With a gleeful, greedy enthusiasm that pushed him that much closer to arousal as much as her curvy body did.

He busied his other hand, drawing a line down from her mouth to her neck, cupping her breasts. Pinching her nipples, and then trailing down her belly, until he found the heart of her as he thrust slowly and deeply, again and again. She arched toward him as he flicked her most sensitive place, making those sounds in her throat again. Sending him racing toward his own climax.

Soon she was gasping and begging as the rhythm kept building, their gazes devouring each other. He kept his finger on her center, feeding on her moans, loving the flush of sweat on her skin.

“Faster, Kiran,” she said, her voice already hoarse. And he happily complied, both with his fingers and with his hips.

Soon she was fragmenting around him, his name a litany on her lips, and he followed her over the edge.

This climax came slowly, but deeply. It was a cleansing, like a fire burning away everything rotten and old in him, wiping away all the wrong decisions he’d made, allowing him to start anew. Suddenly, making love was something so much more magical than he’d ever imagined it could be as he gazed into her eyes, as he saw her moan and gasp, as she laced their fingers together and held on to him, refusing to break the connection or let him shy away from the raw vulnerability of it.

When they both fluttered down to earth, he stayed inside her and gathered her to him. He kissed the damp skin at her forehead. “You are the home that I never imagined I could have,” he whispered at her temple.

When she remained silent, he looked down at her, to see her head lolled back blissfully, her mouth open in a soft snore. And he realized there was nothing better than seeing Devi all soft and satiated and so trusting of him that she’d fallen into a deep slumber in his arms.