The
Book
His eyes blazed with desire. Without
removing his gaze from hers, he slowly removed his tie. He knew the effect he
had on her, and he gloried in the knowledge.
Deliberately, he skimmed his hand on
his shirt and watched her gaze follow the movement. He took a step forward and
opened his first button. He saw her eyes darken with lust and felt the urge to
quickly get rid of his clothing. He ruthlessly denied the temptation.
This night was for her.
He opened his second button slowly; and
then the third. A tantalizing view of his chest appeared.
She
gulped, hypnotized by the view of his broad hands moving south. She knew that
in no time, those masculine hands would be caressing every inch of her body. And
his mouth would follow the trail.
She
couldn't wait-
'Geet!'
Geet
fumbled with the book and dropped it on the bed. The blood was still roaring in
her ears.
She quickly picked it up, slid the bookmark in and hid the book under
the pillow. She hastily stood up and went near the door.
Her
husband strode in their bedroom in his office attire. 'Geet, you look flushed. Are
you OK?' he asked concerned. He put his hand on her forehead to feel the
temperature. It was fine. He frowned.
She
cleared her throat. It felt too hot in the room and she doubted she could
speak. She cleared it again. 'I'm fine, Maan.'
'OK,
if you're sure. It was so busy at work today,' he continued not realizing that
Geet was just staring at him. 'But I kept missing you and Muskaan. I hate to
miss even a second of her life, but I guess it is what it is. Are you sure you're
OK?' he asked once again on not hearing her reply. She was usually so bubbly
and full of life that her silence was a huge cause for concern.
Geet
forced a laugh. 'Of course I'm fine.' She cleared her throat again and
stuttered. 'I was just.. I was just thinking.. I was just thinking about how
fast Muskaan is growing. She's already two months old!
Geet,
get your mind out of the gutter and focus on the conversation, she thought
furious at herself for noticing how well his shirt clung to his sculpted
muscles. Her husband was still as good looking as he was when they had first
met.
Then
she looked at herself. No wonder her husband didn't want her anymore, she still
had some of her pregnancy weight. Her husband still looked like chiseled
perfection and here she looked like a goat. She felt very melancholic.
She
shook her head, broke out of her miserable inner reflection and smiled. 'I'm so
glad you're home. Dadima took Muskaan to stay at Dev's house for the night, so I
was just getting bored.'
'I
know a way of getting rid of your boredom,' he said his voice suddenly husky. He
took a step towards her. Geet stared into Maan's eyes and silently rejoiced. Was
he finally going to make love with her?
He
took another step toward her and her throat became dry. He lifted his hand,
grazed her cheek-
Her
breathing became labored.
And
he took the towel that was hung on the rack. 'Why don't you make coffee for me
while I take a shower?'
Disappointment
stabbed through her heart. She was ready to cry. But no, she would not do such
a thing. She didn't want Maan to know how much he hurt her.
'Fine,'
she stepped away from him. 'You shower and I'll go make some coffee. That is
just the most perfect way to get rid of boredom. Thanks a lot,' she said sarcasm
dripping in every word.
She
stomped outside the room, down the stairs and to the kitchen. 'What the hell
does he think of himself anyways? Does he think I'm a servant? Or a doormat? Or
a fixture of this house? He wants coffee? I'll make him coffee alright!'
She
angrily took a mug out and made the coffee. She then put six spoonfuls of sugar
and mixed it furiously. She then put three spoonfuls of ground cloves and
nutmeg. 'This will teach that man a lesson; never mess with Geet Khurana!'
She
stormed back to their bedroom. Her temper quickly deflated when she saw Maan
placing her book back on the nightstand. She gulped when she saw him lift his
gaze to hers; the gaze that was completely lust-filled.
'Could
I have the coffee, Geet?' he asked, his voice husky.
She
walked towards him slowly and placed the tray on the nightstand. She saw him
standup from the corner of her eye.
He
hasn't showered yet, she thought foolishly.
His
hand skimmed his shirt and she followed the movement with her eyes. He brought
his hand back and opened the first button of his shirt. Her gaze flew to his as
she realized what he was doing. He was enacting the scene from the book!
He
opened the second button slowly and she was hypnotized. He slowly undid all his
buttons and removed his shirt.
He
walked towards Geet who took a step back. His eyes were blazing. He continued
walking towards her until her back hit the wall.
She
stood mesmerized. She saw him lift his hand to her face. He brushed his thumb
over her lower lip. Her breath hitched. He rubbed his thumb against it until
she shivered.
'Now
I know what my wife does when nobody's at home,' he whispered in her ear.
'No,
I.. I.. the book-,'she stammered.
'The
book what Geet?' he asked nibbling her ear.
'The
book.. the book..,' it was so hard to concentrate on the topic when he was evoking
such delicious sensations. But she had to explain!
'The
book's not like that,' she tried to explain. 'It was just that one scene in the
book.'
'What
scene, Geet?' he asked turning his attention to her neck.
'The..
mmm' she moaned when he nipped her neck. She tried again, 'the scene that had
the bookmark.'
'Oh,
that scene,' his senses were clouding up as well. 'That scene was very erotic, wasn't
it?'
'Yeah,'
she sighed but then backtracked, 'I don't.. I don't.. read stuff like that. This
book just had the scene.'
He
suddenly turned her around so that her back was facing him. He skimmed the
exposed skin with his knuckles and she shivered.
She
tried to put her mind back to the conversation, 'I thought you didn't want me
anymore. I know I've gained weight and I don't look the same anymore,' she
voiced her earlier doubts.
He
muttered an oath under his breath. He put his hand on her zip and she inhaled
quickly. 'Not want you? Gained weight? What nonsense, Geet? You are the most beautiful
woman I have ever met. And you're more beautiful now then when we had first
met. You've given me love, our baby and more happiness than I could have ever
imagined.' His words and actions were creating havoc to her body.
He
tormented himself by slowly pulling the zip down. 'And how can I not want you? I've
wanted you every goddamned second of every goddamned day! Not having you was driving
me crazy! I've wanted to touch you,' he touched her skin that was being
revealed. 'I've wanted to kiss you,' he kissed the skin further exposed by him
pulling the zip down. 'I've wanted to bite you,' he lifted his head and nipped
her neck gently. 'You've been driving me crazy, Geet!'
'Then
why didn't you do anything?' she asked confused even when he was driving every
thought out of her mind.
'Do
anything?' he asked as his brain clouded with love and lust. 'I couldn't! It
was too soon. I read somewhere that women need time for their bodies to
recuperate after childbirth. I was just giving you time. And becoming mental
every night when you were so close, yet I couldn't touch you!'
Geet
was touched by his needless concern but.. 'Muskaan was born two months ago, Maan!
Maan,' she moaned his name as he flicked her bra open.
'I
know; it was driving me mad. I finally broke down and went to ask your doctor
how long it would take,' He continued the descent of the zipper.
'You
went to the doctor?! Maan, you're mad!' her breath hitched again as he stroked
her back.
'I
know! I had to know though! I just had to. And when the doctor told me that it
was OK, I almost cried with relief. I came back home thinking I'll seduce my gorgeous
wife tonight. I almost had you before I came to my senses and asked you for coffee.
But I wanted it to be special.'
'Then
I saw the book and something in me snapped,' he turned her around again and
looked into her eyes. 'I love you, Geet.' And all her doubts went out of the window.
'I
love you, Maan.'
And
he finally, finally kissed her on the lips.
