& Then They Wed (Ampersand Love #2)

22. Blurred Boundaries

22

Blurred Boundaries

Rian

R ian hadn’t meant to pounce upon Aditi like a barbarian bent on marking his woman. But the glimpse of wildness in her, her defiance and flush of anger made him want to plunge headlong into the pool of flames from which she’d arisen.

If she was an inferno, he would gladly burn.

If she was a storm, he’d be the leaf that got swept away in her.

Whatever she was, whoever she would be, he would become a part of her.

It could be no other way.

He bit down on her lip, pulling it out, prying her mouth apart. She responded immediately, opening for him, meeting every rough thrust of his tongue with hers, revelling in his domination.

The tenor of their kiss changed almost instantly, as if Rian had realised that she wouldn’t protest, going from a harsh punishment to a slow and tender exploration. He traced her lower lip with the tip of his tongue, flicking the edges, teasing her before deepening their kiss again.

Aditi moaned softly, almost fusing herself to Rian in pleasure. It was the kind of kiss that made one despise the need to breathe, where one’s body disavowed all ownership over itself, giving full authority to the person who was robbing them of the ability to function normally.

With his lips moving against hers, and his touch branding her skin, she remembered no one. Not her family. Not Tarun. Not her reasons for trying to find a man to marry.

All she could think of, all that she could feel, was Rian.

His scent, his aura, his need consumed her and she grew damp, unconsciously rubbing her thighs together to ease the growing tension between them.

“Hands or mouth?” Rian gruffed when they broke off.

“What?” she asked, her voice barely audible, nearly out of breath.

“Do you want to be satisfied by my hands, or my mouth?” he asked clearly, said mouth latching onto the strip of skin just under the curve of her jaw. He suckled her right there and she was sure she was going to faint. She couldn’t have heard him right. “Cat got your tongue?” he taunted softly, placing nibbling kisses down her neck. “Or are you just all big talk?”

Somewhere, from the final vestiges of her rapidly departing sense, she gripped his collar and brought him to face her. He thought she would back down? Hell no.

“Both,” she answered, watching his eyes darken. “Hands and mouth.”

“As you wish. Get on the counter.”

“Here?” She gasped when his hands slipped under the slit of her dress, cupping her ass and squeezing. Her white lace thong offered no protection from the heat of his palm. She felt the edge of the countertop against her lower back, mumbling against his mouth as he continued to rain kisses on her. “What if someone sees? ”

“No one else is home,” he grunted, lifting her onto the countertop. A shiver raced through her at the feel of cold stone against the warm back of her thighs.

“What’s your safe word?” His lips teased the outer whorls of one ear, causing her to grab one solid bicep. He nipped at her, distracting her from his hands which were steadily pushing her dress up, sliding along her silken leg. She moaned when his tongue pressed against a particularly sensitive spot right below her ear, flicking it before drawing it in between his lips, the sting pleasurable in its own right.

“Safe. Word,” he repeated, kissing the fluttering pulse at the base of her throat, nudging her until she was lying down.

“Bunny,” she croaked, unable to believe that his mouth was tracking down her body, hating that her clothes were in the way.

“Good. Use it. I will not stop otherwise. Understood?” He lifted his head to stare down at her.

The moment she nodded, his hands gripped her bottom and pulled her to the edge. He settled himself on the stool, as if ready for an evening meal.

Warm palms curved about her calves, pressing and massaging her muscles, moving up to hold her knees before spreading them apart. His lips never left her skin, tracing a path halfway up one thigh before switching to the other side. Her stomach clenched, the anticipation of when he’d reach his destination causing her need to surge.

Her dress slid up, cool air washing over her thighs and she had to fight herself from screaming to end it there. It had been far too long since she’d let a man see her and she hadn’t expected to feel so vulnerable.

A second later, his finger hooked into the gusset of her damp panties. She felt him run his knuckle up and down her slit before exposing her. The few seconds of wait felt excruciating, making her lift her neck up. Her eyes locked with his. She was given no time to second guess if he’d been waiting for her approval because he bent down and his warm mouth covered the most intimate part of her.

Her head fell back with a gasp as his tongue searched her, flicking up, stopping just before he reached the little peak that needed his caress. He licked her slowly, gently, teasing her until her reservations ebbed and her breath transformed into needy sounds. Her hips tilted up, searching for more pressure in the one spot he kept avoiding, groaning his name when he didn’t oblige.

He shifted instead to hook one leg over his shoulder, giving himself better access. He brushed his thumb over her slit, spreading her arousal. Under the dim moonlight streaming into his apartment, her pussy gleamed with evidence of her desire. He didn’t dare speak for fear of breaking through her haze. He could hardly believe that she was letting him play out this fantasy. Whatever spell she was under, he felt it too. He wanted this. He needed at least this to survive tonight.

Aditi felt firm fingers spread her sex open, her breath coming out in a broken cry when his tongue thrust into her without warning. He tasted her deeply, his murmur of approval vibrating against her sensitive skin. His finger replaced his tongue, stroking in and out of her, curling it until he was pressing into a spot that made her eyesight go blurry. Her body twisted, chest heaving as she strained to take a breath.

“Rian,” she sobbed when he slid a second finger in, clenching him immediately. Repeatedly, he sunk his fingers into her while he licked and laved her swollen folds, never letting her guess at his pace. He played with her until she was trembling, chanting, “Please, oh my god, please.”

“Do you want me to make you come?” he hummed, his breath wafting across her in tense puffs.

Her hips moved up in an answer, pushing herself against his hand, aching for a release.

“Say the words. Tell me exactly what you want. ”

“I want you to fuck me with your fingers,” she panted, wiggling her hips. He thrust his index in, knuckles deep, causing her to slap a hand over her mouth.

“And?” Rian asked, his voice hoarse, unable to see beyond the erotic vision of Aditi laid atop his kitchen counter, writhing for him, the smell of her arousal in the air. Her tight pussy sucked him in as he moved his fingers with deliberate precision.

“Kiss me again,” she begged, her voice catching as he broke rhythm, making her wait for his touch.

“Where?”

“I. . .th. . .”

“Where, Aditi?” he growled.

“My pussy!” she cried, her desperation greater than her shame.

Any other time, he’d have made her beg more as payback for her sass, but he’d gotten so hard already, he was about to burst in his jeans without ever having touched himself. If he didn’t end this soon, his fingers would be replaced with a much larger part of his anatomy.

His hot mouth closed over her clit and he suckled hard, his rough tongue repeatedly flicking against it.

“Yes, please don’t stop,” Aditi urged, her body tensing when his fingers picked up speed, thrusting in perfect counteraction to the torment his mouth was wreaking upon her. Her hand found its way into his hair, clutching him, crying out as he licked, flicked, and sucked her into an orgasm that had her arching her back. Blistering pleasure washed over her like a fiery shroud, enveloping her in its cocoon. Momentarily, she felt weightless, propelled into a space where the rush from her freefall held her, cradling her until she could gently land on her feet once more.

Rian couldn’t stop kissing her still. His palm curved under one thigh to hold her open, letting her release coat his chin. The feel of his fingers leaving her, replaced by his tongue set off yet another tremor within her. No longer able to remain lying down, she propped herself up on her elbows, unprepared for the sight that greeted her.

Some twenty odd feet across from her, reflected on the wall of windows beyond which were millions of city lights glittering in the night, she saw what she looked like. Chest heaving, her breasts straining against the sweetheart neckline of her dress, messy hair, swollen lips and her hand gripping the head of a broad-shouldered man who had his face buried between her naked thighs.

It was an image she would never forget.

Her shocked breath had him looking up.

The pressure on his skull released instantly. She let go of his thick hair, the strands slipping between her fingers in a sensually soft movement. She felt him press his mouth against her skin, like he couldn’t bear to stop. His stubble scratched her when he moved, giving her fleshy thigh a soft squeeze before lowering her leg off his shoulder.

The scrape of the stool legs broke through the fog she was in. She gasped when he wrapped an arm around her waist to help her sit up fully. They held each other’s gaze, wonder and fear of the unknown clashing between them.

His eyes dropped to her lips, red and swollen, looking like she had bit down hard on them to keep from making a sound. She’d failed because even now, her delirious cries of ecstasy rang in his ears.

Despite the fact that his lips had just been between her legs, kissing her on the mouth immediately after felt like it would be far too intimate a gesture. Like it would obliterate every boundary between them.

Aditi's gut clenched when Rian licked his lips, her attention drawn to them. She'd never gotten off on a man's tongue before, but she finally saw the appeal. His mouth had driven her to the brink of satisfaction within minutes and pushed her over the summit more than once in quick succession. With an almost reverent touch, she wiped the remnants of her desire off the edge of his lower lip .

For the first time since he’d met her, Aditi had no smart aleck comment, and he didn’t know if that was a good thing. He needed something to distract him from her flushed face, her kissable mouth, and the soft body that had shuddered under him.

The flavour of her release, like saltwater taffy, was still on his tongue, and he was hard pressed to think of anything he wanted more than to taste her again.

With a control he didn’t know he possessed, he adjusted the open edges of her dress over her limbs, covering her. He stepped aside, allowing her to shuffle off the counter. Silently, he followed her down the hall, all the way to her bedroom.

He inspected her side profile for any indications of distress, thankful that apart from the heightened colour of her skin, she did not look disturbed. Gone was the anger she’d displayed at knowing he’d blown her date on purpose, or the dismay in her eyes when he’d refused to understand her reasons for pursuing an arranged marriage. In its place was a woman who glowed with the flush of sexual satisfaction, and perhaps, the anticipation of more.

Aditi reached for the knob and pushed her door ajar. She stepped in, walking ahead, her heart hammering at the thought of continuing what had begun in the kitchen. She turned around, finding that he’d stopped just outside the threshold.

“Rian?” she called softly, unable to say anything else to break the tension between them.

“Go to sleep,” he ordered, his voice rough.

Aditi nodded, turning away to hide her disappointment.

“Doc?”

She glanced back expectantly. Their eyes met, and the proof of lingering desire almost brought him to his knees.

“Lock your door tonight.”