My One And Only - Chapter 54 Dont Be A Pervert

Sofya was sprawled on Arnav’s bed, her hair locks opened, water dripping from them. It was Sunday, but still she had gone to office early morning to sign some contracts, hurried back, taken a hasty bath and went over to Arnav’s place for finalizing the guest list. Dressed in a tight blue capree and black top, with her skin glowing, she looked beautiful and wanting. It gave her the impression of an exquisite beauty, something which Arnav had failed to notice before.

The position in which she was lying, upside down, made her look incredibly sexy. It had only been a quarter of an hour, and he was still unable to concentrate on the designated task. He could clearly see her pink sports bra visible through the loose top.

‘ Don’t be a pervert! ‘ he thought to himself, trying to control his thoughts and actions.

” Are the Somers family in New York? I think they will be here within a week. Their son is graduating soon. We should invite them. ” Sofya spoke to herself, unaware of Arnav’s current thoughts and intention.

Unable to control himself any longer, Arnav walked over to his bed and sat beside Sofya.

“Is that right?” he murmured, blowing warm breath into her ear. Sofya stiffened as she turned to look at him. His attention had shifted to her mouth, and his hands were sliding up the sides of her neck to tenderly cradle her face.

“What are you doing?” Sofya whispered inanely as he began slowly rubbing his thumb over her lower lip.

“I’m trying to decide if I should let you just do the guest list or something else.”

“The guest list won’t be done for another half hour,” she said shakily, knowing perfectly well she was going to be kissed.

And they did. His mouth covered hers in an electrifyingly seductive kiss that sent sparks exploding through Sofya’s entire body. At first the kiss was light, coaxing; his mouth shaped itself to hers, delicately exploring the contours of her lips.

His hands shifted, one of them drifting down her spine to draw her closer, while the other slid behind her top, and his mouth slowly opened on hers. Lost in the kiss, she moved her hands inside his polo shirt, up his chest, over his broad shoulders, and then she wrapped her arms around his neck.

The minute she molded herself against him, his mouth opened farther, his tongue tracing hotly across her lips, urging them to part, and then demanding it. The moment that they did, his tongue plunged into her mouth, and the kiss exploded. His hand covered her breast, caressing it through her bodice, then restlessly swept behind her, cupping her bottom and pulling her tightly against him, making her vibrantly aware of his aroused body.

Sofya stiffened slightly at the forced intimacy, and then for no explainable reason on earth, she laced her fingers through his hair and crushed her parted lips to his. It seemed like hours later when he finally dragged his mouth from hers. Her heart racing like a person running a marathon, she stood in the circle of his arms, her forehead resting on his chest, while she tried to cope with the turbulent sensations she’d felt.

Somewhere in her drugged mind it began to occur to her that he was going to think she was behaving very oddly about what had, in reality, been only a simple kiss. That embarrassing possibility finally made her force her head up. Fully expecting to see him watching her with puzzled amusement, she raised her gaze to his chiseled features, but what she saw there wasn’t derision.

His chocolate brown eyes were smoldering, his face was harsh and dark with passion, and his arms tightened automatically, as if unwilling to let her go. Belatedly, she realized his body was still rigidly aroused, and she felt a peculiar sense of pleasure and pride that he had been, and was still, as affected by the kiss as she was.

Without thinking what she was doing, her gaze dropped to his mouth. There was bold sensuality in the mold of those firm lips, and yet some of his kisses had been so exquisitely gentle. Tormentingly gentle Longing to feel that mouth on hers again, Sofya lifted her gaze to his, an unconscious request in her eyes.

Arnav understood the request, and a sound that was half groan, half laugh tore from his chest, his arms already tightening.

“Yes,” he answered hoarsely, and seized her lips in a ravenous, devouring kiss that stole her breath, and drove her mad with pleasure.