“He’s hot. I can’t even do a pull up. I need to hit the gym more often.”
Subtle lines of worry marked his forehead.
“You know, apart from the gym, diet is important. Like eating enough greens. And protein. And good fats,” he listed, trying to sound as unbothered as possible. “The number on the scale is just that. A number.”
Shrewd eyes narrowed at him.
“Have you been talking to my sister?”
“What?” he spluttered. “No.”
“You sound exactly like her when she’s fishing for information.”
He ruffled his hair with one hand and scratched his scalp, groaning when he saw no other way to ask his question. “What is your motivation to go to the gym? Is it your health or. . .?”
“I want to get fit,” she explained.
“No crash diets? No extreme weight-loss solutions?”
She shook her head.
“You won’t do what you did to yourself before, will you?”
“Iwon’t,” she promised, unable to hold back her silly heart from skipping a beat at his sweet concern.
“Good. Because you’re not. . .you shouldn’t lose anything. I mean. . .you’re very. . .” He gestured to her, tracing her shape in the air, awkward, out of words.
Aditi bit back a smile. If this had been anyone else, she would have been offended.
“Are you trying to say that I have a good boooody?” she teasingly sing-songed, leaning back in a way that laid her out for his perusal.
Rian blatantly let his gaze roam about her body, lingering on the way her thigh dimpled in her sport shorts when she crossed one foot over the other, how her workout top hugged her breasts as she put her weight back on her elbows, her back arching just slightly.
Hell yes, she had a fantastic body. All soft and womanly with curves that went on and on. He could spend days tracing her lines. With his hands, with his mouth, with his dick.
“I plead the fifth,” he mumbled, grinning sheepishly when she outright laughed. Her full lips spread into a stunning smile, revealing a straight set of teeth. Her chestnut eyes crinkled at the edges and when she met his gaze, she glowed.
Rian’s heart thumped like a deranged rabbit on steroids, unable to withstand the force of nature that was Aditi Krishnan’s smile. Beyond enamoured, he couldn’t stop himself from placing a hand over his heart when he sighed, “Fuck, you’re so pretty.”
Her eyes grew round, but Rian did not take his words back or hide them under sarcasm and teasing. Being around her made him want to speak his mind with the same forthrightness and innocence as her.
Not that he was the least bit innocent.
Nothing about what he wanted to do to that smiling mouth or lush body was innocent. Nothing about what he had done to her before he'd run off to Singapore wasinnocent.
Maybe his thoughts showed on his face because her giggles ebbed, and she straightened, staring longingly at him instead.
The next instant, their bodies crashed together, their mouths eagerly seeking each other. It was messy and urgent, but neither cared. Aditi’s hands looped around his neck, her chest pressing into his like she couldn’t get close enough. With a groan of excitement, his fingers gripped her ponytail, holding her at the perfect angle as his mouth shaped the curve of her lips. His tongue swiped into her warmth, tangling with hers in a familiar yet tantalising dance.
His hands roved over her body possessively, shaping each part with a deliberateness that had her clutching his hair. He cupped and squeezed her lush ass, making her moan and greedily suck his lower lip in response.
He bent, drifting lower, nibbling her chin and the soft skin of her neck, appreciating the buttery smoothness under his mouth. He couldn't get enough. His hands slipped under her shirt, his thumb rubbing the naked skin on her waist, a string of warm metal breaking his touch.
Her stomach grumbled just as he squeezed her hips, causing him to lift his head. “Maybe we should get you fed first,” he proposed, cocking a brow.
Aditi shook her head vehemently. “Nope. Forget you heard that.” She curved her hand about his nape and pulled him down for another kiss, whining frustratedly when he ended it.
Rian grinned at her eagerness. “We’re in a public place,” he reminded her. She must have lost her mind along with her shame because the look she gave him told him she didn’t care. “Shower first. Then, I’ll make you breakfast.” He kissed her cheek. “Then,” he promised, a wicked glint in his eyes, “I’ll introduce you to my chota bheem.”