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“Get a room,” someone says in the dark. I don’t know if it’s meant for the couple in front of us or for us. I giggle, unable to contain the naughty feeling of kissing Neel in an open courtyard.

“Let’s get out of here,” Neel says, breathing into my mouth, smiling as he squeezes my hips.

“Wait.” I let my lips linger on his for a moment longer, savoring this unexpected surge of feelings within me. It feels like I want this kiss to go on forever. But Neel is right. We’d better get out of here.

As I hear him groan, the sound reverberating within my chest while I suck on his lips again, determined to take in every last bit of the delightful sensations that have lit up my very soul, it’s the final push I need to fall for Neel.

We don’t even stay for the end of the movie, but I find myself echoing Darcy’s words, and they feel exactly like my own in this moment: I have fallen for Neel, and he has bewitched me body and soul.

I love him and never wish to be parted from him from this day on.

CHAPTER 22

Neel

We hurry out of the open courtyard, feeling like naughty school kids playing hooky. A fire burns inside me as I kiss her again under a beautiful gazebo in a secluded part of the garden.

I cup her face and breathe in her soft skin. She smells like flowers. I groan as I press my lips to hers. She moans into the kiss, tilting her head to trail kisses along my eyes and jaw. Her chest heaves as I hold her waist and pull her against me, as if trying to meld our bodies into one.

“Oh, God!” she moans.

The air is charged as the sounds of our kisses echo through the silent night. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths, ravishing one another.

Finally, I pull away. Her lips are red and swollen. She looks incredible, her eyes sparkling like fire, her breath hot and ragged.

I can still feel every touch as she kissed me. The way her hands mapped out my chest and back as if she wanted to feel every inch of me. The way she whimpered in my arms and stood on her tiptoes to reach my lips. The way she smiled into my mouth and unraveled me. The way she has me craving more.

“Kavita, you’ve cast a spell on me,” I say in a playful Darcy accent, gazing into her eyes as I catch my breath.

Her eyes shine in the darkness. “As you have me,” she laughs. “And that’s the first time I’ve left Pride and Prejudice unfinished. You sound as hot as Darcy just now and look just as ravishing.” She traces a hand down my thigh, finally making me lose all control.

“Do I?” The next thing I know, I’m turning her around, drawing her back against my chest. She whimpers as I caress her, my hand slowly tracing up her thigh beneath her dress, lingering at the curve where her legs meet.

“Please go on,” she whispers.

I barely hear her as she moans with pleasure and arches into me, settling against me with a soft sigh of delight. Her butt rubs against my crotch while I tease her core, my fingers grazing over her silk panties. Her breath quickens as my fingers slip into them and rub against her slickness.

“You’re wet,” I mumble, breathing in the sweet scent of her shampoo, feeling her hair on my face and lips. I groan, my fingers working faster as she writhes in my arms. She gives out a cry as she comes, and I gently cover her mouth to muffle the sound. She then falls limp against me, her chest heaving.

I hold her tight, kissing the side of her face and neck.

“Oh God! That was wonderful, Neel!” she whispers.

Suddenly, a loud thump startles us. We look up to see a cat leaping from a nearby roof.

“Come on,” I say, fixing her dress and tugging at her hand. I don’t want to be out here any longer where someone might see us. “Let me walk you back to your room,” I add, still simmering with desire.

We are barely inside the door when she pulls me toward her. One minute, we are at the door, and the next, we’re impatiently tearing off each other’s clothes.

“You look beautiful,” I say as she strips down to her lace bra and panties.

“So do you,” she says, tracing her fingers lazily on my bare chest. I lean in and kiss her, pressing my lips to hers, the space between our mouths fogging with hot, steamy breaths as she opens her mouth to let me in, moaning as I deepen the kiss.

It’s as if every feeling I’ve had for Kavita is now coming to the surface with such force my chest hurts as I think about the times I’ve wanted to kiss her. To make love to her. The countless nights I’ve spent tossing and turning on my bed at home, thinking about her.

Does she want me as much as I want her—all of her—now?

I don’t have to wait long for an answer. Her hands roam all over my hair, my neck, my chest, every inch of my body, like she can’t get enough of me.