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The other man continued to gabble away in his ear as Agastya slowly dragged his thumb over the delicate tapestry of veins visible under her skin. Veda exhaled, a shaky breath that blew over his arm.
She looked at him, her eyes liquid pools of desire, her pupils expanded until he felt like he could drown in them. All it would take was one touch, one second of surrender. And in that moment, there was nothing he wanted more than to surrender.
He disconnected the other man mid rant and dropped the phone on the bar counter. Agastya stared down at the woman standing beside him. His wife, soon to be but to be, nonetheless. He tugged her in closer. She came willingly, her eyelids drifting close as he drew her into a one-armed embrace.
Veda let her head droop, her cheek meeting his chest, her long hair fanning out over his arm and shirt. Agastya turned his face to one side, his cheek resting on the top of her head, nestling into the soft, fragrant cloud of her hair. Her body was an interesting contrast of hard and soft, sweet curves and taut dancer’s muscles. He forgot the world and focused on her, the woman who was meant to be his world.
They stood like that for what felt like hours but was possibly only seconds before someone jostled him, and the spell broke.
Veda tilted her head up, looking at him. And when he saw the ever-present question in her eyes, he knew he had to answer.
He dropped his mouth to hers, lips moulding like they’d been made for each other. The first taste of her was like a hit of ambrosia, a taste of a drug he’d never tire of and one that he was instantly addicted to.
Veda moaned, her arms going to twine around his neck, fingers slipping into his hair, holding him closer. He wrapped his own arms around her waist bringing her flush against his body. She rubbed herself against him like a cat, her hand clenching in his hair and tugging. The sharp bite of pain had him nipping at her lip in response. She smiled, the curve of her lips against his an intoxicating high.
“Alright folks. VIP area or not, there are a million smartphones with cameras around.” Aarush’s quiet murmur was like a bucket of cold water raining down his pants. “We might want to calm this down.”
Agastya raised his head to glare at his brother-in-law, cradling Veda’s flushed face to his chest and trying to block everyone else’s view of her. He knew it was too late for that after the performance they’d just put on, but he’d be damned if he wouldn’t still try.
He was aghast at his complete lack of control in a public space. This was not whom he was. Fiancée or not, he couldn’t be mauling her where anyone could take a picture of them. He should do better. He always did better, dammit.
He turned to face the rest of the party, Veda still held close to his chest, his ferocious glower a warning to the others to hold their tongues. And they did. Even Harsh who would not normally have missed this opportunity to rag on his brother.
He ran a reassuring hand over Veda’s arm, noticing the goosebumps that erupted on her skin wherever he touched her.
He bent his head to her ear. “Are you cold?” he whispered.
Veda shook her head, her hair covering her face and not giving him an inkling into what she’s thinking.
“I’m sorry,” he told her, thinking she was embarrassed. What the hell had he been thinking?
“Sorry?” Veda stepped a little away from him, her face tilted up to his. “For what?”
“For kissing you in a public place.” His eyes roved the small space but no one was looking at them now. Everyone had gone back to partying like there was no tomorrow. Except for Ram and Raashi who sat huddled together in a corner, deep in conversation. Agastya’s brows drew together as he considered them. Whatever they were discussing, he was sure it was not flattering to him.
“Should I be sorry too?” Veda’s voice drew him back to his present company.
He blinked, looking back at her. “Sorry for?” he asked in an unconscious echo of her previous question.
Veda stepped closer, rising to the tips of her toes, one hand going to slide through his hair as her lips came close to his ear. “Sorry for kissing you,” she whispered, her breath fanning the sensitive skin behind his ear.
Agastya froze, every cell in his body attuned to hers. All he wanted in that moment was to pick her up and drag her away from there. They were getting married in less than a month but suddenly, it was too long to wait, too far away.
“Should I?” she asked now, her voice a mere breath of sound.
“Never,” he said hoarsely. “Never be sorry for that.”
“Good,” she replied, her tongue darting out to taste him, a soft caress. “Because I want to do it again. I want to do it now. I want to do it tomorrow. I want to do it forever.”
He went rock hard, his jeans tightening around him and almost cutting off his blood circulation.
She nipped at his jaw, a gentle bite that stoked a fire in his blood and then she closed her mouth over it, soothing it but not him. Agastya’s arms tightened around her.
“Veda.” He rested his forehead against hers, pressing gently, praying for control but knowing a losing battle when he saw one.
“Agastya,” she sighed, his name sounding like a prayer on her lips.
“We should stop.” His hands held her closer in direct contradiction to his words.
