Fixation (Fatal Attraction #3)

Chapter 13

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D esire blasted through him. His mouth fell open, and she surged inside, tasting him. She licked the corner of his lips. Her tongue lashed out anywhere and everywhere, playing with his mouth at her will, making him lose all semblance of control.

He shifted back, suddenly remembering something. “Are you thinking of another man right now?”

She blinked. “W…What?”

“That’s what you told me earlier, about our first kiss. Reina, I won’t kiss you if you’re thinking of someone else. I will not let you use me, no matter how much I want you… and this.”

She tried to kiss him back, but he held still.

“I lied, okay?” she muttered.

He clasped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“There’s no one else,” she said. “Now kiss me and make me feel what only you make me feel.”

His lips curved. He fisted his hands in her hair, pulling her face to his. He kissed her, hard. “Reina, if you ever think of another man while kissing me, then I will end his very existence. Am I clear?”

She stared up at him. “Clear. Now shut up and kiss me.”

He laughed. “So bossy! I like it.”

She pulled his head down to hers and claimed his lips again. Electricity crackled, and heat exploded around them. Desire clouded his brain. Longing erased all sensible thoughts as he let her explore his mouth. This chemistry between them was wild, explosive, and undeniable.

What was it about this woman? Why did being near her make him feel at peace? Like he was safe and secure. Why did her mouth on his feel like the best thing happening to him? Why did her body touching his make him feel complete? Like he was whole again.

Her mouth moved sensually over his, stealing his mind. Her hands stroked the back of his neck, and his body hardened. Fire. She was all fire—a blazing inferno—and he wanted to be consumed by her flames.

Her taste, her scent, her wet body—all of it was driving him insane with need. Fisting his hands in her hair, he shifted her against the wall of the pool. Every hard inch of him pressed into every soft bit of her. His erection rested in the vee between her legs. She moaned, pressing into him, and his blood sizzled. More fire burned under his skin. His breath mingled with hers. Need whirled and swirled in his head. It consumed him. The urge to take all she was offering ruled supreme. He lifted her leg, wrapping it around his waist as he pressed harder into her. Soft, incoherent sounds escaped her mouth. She arched into him, faster, harder, and his body responded, increasing the friction, giving her exactly what she needed.

Her arms wrapped tighter around him, erasing any distance between them. God. She was as wild for him as he was her. He let his hands roam down her wet body, starting from her shoulders, across the slopes of her breasts, until he held her mounds in his palms. He squeezed their weight, and she moaned louder. He lowered the straps of her bikini top, and her breasts fell into his waiting hands. Fuck, she was gorgeous—all that wet skin waiting to be touched by his hands and mouth. Unable to resist, he put his mouth to the slope of one breast. She squirmed. Her hands stroked the back of his head harder, holding him in place as he took her fully into his mouth, pleasuring first one breast and then the other. He raked a nail across one pebbled tip and she cried out.

Damn, she was so responsive, so perfect in every way. He wanted her badly. His body tightened and hardened. His hand caressed her thigh, skating up her skin, going higher and higher until he reached her core. Shifting her bikini bottoms aside, he touched her core and dipped a finger inside her. She clung tighter to him. A second finger joined the first, and he scissored them inside her hot, wet heat. Reina trembled and shook in his arms. He put his mouth back on her breast. Her eyes shut and her head fell back. He licked and sucked her mounds while his fingers worked inside her body. Keening cries escaped her lips, and a flush formed over her skin.

“Oh God,” she gasped. “I can’t…”

His finger curved inside her at the same time he bit her nipple hard, and she unravelled around him. He pressed his lips to hers, swallowing her cries. His fingers continued to pump inside her warmth, ensuring her pleasure went on and on. He let go of her mouth, only to watch her as she was completely undone. God. She was stunning, and he wanted to claim her. His body demanded he seek the relief he craved from her. But he held himself back. He wasn’t going to make love to her for the first time in a swimming pool. He breathed in and out, watching her, allowing his body to cool down.

She opened her eyes, her breathing as ragged as his. Pink tinged her cheeks. He dropped her leg from around his waist and readjusted her clothes. The sound of someone approaching made her eyes widen.

“Fuck, what am I doing?” She hid her face behind her hands for a short second. When she looked at him again, her eyes were hard, determined. “You and I… this is crazy. Why the hell do I lose control around you?”

He chuckled. “It’s called lust, beautiful.”

She shook her head. “Stop it.”

He chuckled. “Are you still going to deny it after coming apart in my arms?”

She backed a few steps away from him.

“Deny it all you want,” he pressed, “But the fact is that your body is drawn to mine, and my body approves. Very much so.”

“Oh God,” she groaned.

She shook her head, shifting a little distance away from him. They both turned to see Laila enter the pool area.

Reina’s shoulders tensed. “What are you doing here?”

“Going for a swim, duh,” the other woman replied, her eyes on Vedant.

“By all means, go ahead then.” Reina stepped out of the pool.

When Vedant began to follow her, Laila said, “Why don’t you stay Mr. Oshnov? I can help you with your exercises today.”

She gave him a sultry look and Vedant winced. Good God. This woman was making her interest in him too damn obvious. Unfortunately for her, she wasn’t the one he wanted. He didn’t even notice her, unless forced to. Her presence didn’t light him up, and his heart didn’t tell him when she was near.

Before he could find a way to reject her offer, Reina spoke up, “Mr. Oshnov is done with his pool therapy for today.”

Laila’s eyes latched on him. “Then I’ll be here to help you tomorrow.”

Reina’s eyes flared. She quickly donned her robe. “It won’t be necessary. Stefan has agreed to do the water therapy sessions with Mr. Oshnov. Between him and me, we will ensure it is taken care of. Su Min and you can take over the other sessions.”

The women stared at one another, each of them looking pissed. He was quite delighted to note that Reina didn’t like Laila around him. Jealousy was always a good sign.

Laila opened her mouth, but Vedant cut in, “I agree with Dr. Singh. Let’s stick to what she says.”

He walked out of the water slowly. Reina came forward to help him, but he held a hand out. He had to start getting back on his own feet without help. Her eyes never left his as he made his way to her, slowly but surely.

Silence elapsed between them as they made their way outside. Reina left him at the door of his care room, where Su Min was waiting for him, and without a word, she began to walk away.

“Dr. Singh,” he called out.

She turned. He slowly made his way to her.

He shifted a wet strand of hair away from her face.

“No more running. Come meet me soon,” he whispered. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

She didn’t reply; she simply hurried away from him. He returned to the nurse, who was still waiting at the door. He gave her a smile and entered the room.

Today was a huge step in the right direction. Excitement buzzed through him. Reina and he had definitely connected in a way neither of them had expected nor anticipated. He only hoped that she too accepted this and didn’t once again avoid him—her usual modus operandi the second things got heavy between them.

This time, he wouldn’t let her hide or run.