She’d been open and willing in bed, eager even. But none of her actions had that layer of practised seduction which hid one’s insecurities and faults. She made love like she lived life, giving all of herself, holding nothing back, and being honest in a way that only made him love her more.
Perhaps his thoughts showed on his face because she reached out, tracing his upper lip with the tip of her finger, resting it at his cupid’s bow.
“You look like you have something to say,” Aditi murmured, drawing a line down his nose, her touch gentle.
“It’s nothing.”
“Tell me.”
He pressed a kiss onto her fingers, admitting quietly, “I find you incredible.”
“I was thinking that too,” she told him, causing him to raise a brow.
“You find yourself incredible?”
“No, silly! I’m talking about you.”
“Explain,” he muttered, stroking her back still.
“You’re,” she swallowed hard, biting her lower lip when he caressed the rounded globe of her bottom. “You’re phenomenal in bed.”
If Rian had a shit-eating grin on his face after hearing that, he wouldn’t have been surprised.
“So, I earned a passing grade?”
“I think you earned a PhD.”
His nostrils flared as he choked his laughter back.
“Doc, my Sunshine, my sweetheart, you do realise that PhD also stands for ‘pretty huge dick’?” He snorted, laughing out loud when she looked horrified.
“Stop! You’re the worst!” She groaned into her pillow, her stomach tickling with subdued mirth.
“But you liked what we did, yeah?”
She caught his eye and nodded, smiling shyly, and his silly heart fluttered at the sight. He might never be able to reconcile this juxtaposition of shame and sensuality in her, he thought, enchanted by the dusting of pink over her skin.
But nothing about her was fake or planned. Which meant he felt more addicted and intrigued by her than ever before. Unable to accept even the few inches of distance between them, he rolled over, lying half on top of her, his leg tangling with hers.
“What did you like?” he asked, surprising himself by wanting to know more of her enjoyment. He’d brought her pleasure but hearing her admit to it was a major turn on. He wanted to know how to make her feel like he did. Like being without him was torture.
“I liked it all, Bugs. It was intense, but amazing. I. . .” She shook her head like it was silly.
“What?” He nuzzled her cheek and brushed her hair away from her face, placing nibbling kisses along her exposed shoulder until he reached her neck.
“Your words,” Aditi breathed, already feeling affected by Rian’s kisses, the ever simmering desire for him slowly fanning into a bigger flame. “How I reacted to them. I didn’t expect that.”
His brows shot up, and he made a mental note.
“What about my words, Doc?” he teased when she hid her face in the pillow. “Is it when I said you were sexy with clothes but even sexier, naked, in my bed, begging me to fuck you?”
“Hmm.”
He leaned in and tickled the back of her ear with his tongue, drawing his hands down the sides of her body, moulding her like she was made of clay.
“Or was it when I said I could lose myself in your sweet pussy for days?”
She gasped, his dirty words arousing her, causing her hips to hitch up automatically. Rian kneaded her ass, his fingers dipping between them, trailing down the inside of her thigh, close to her rapidly dampening core. Despite her shamelessly trying to shift so he would touch her there, he seemed intent on playing a cruel game of denial.