FF | Unrestrained Passion | Part3 PG 23(new)

His hands grabbed her waist sliding her downwards, where he needed her most..


"Mr Khan, wake up Mr Khan, breakfast is ready. Mr Khan.."

Sweat glistened off his forehead and his breath came out in short gasps. This couldn't be happening to him. This was the third time he was dreaming about her in this way.

The dreams had been innocent at first, with him asking her to stay and holding her hands but not anymore.

She consumed his mind, her body drove him crazy, and her voice left him dazed.

He groaned.

"Mr Khan? Are you alright? "

As always she barged into his room without a care, strutting and hair perfect.Her eyes landed on his bare chest and widened in surprise and her lips parted in that familiar fashion that was driving him crazy.

He closed his eyes in a sheer effort to control his feelings and calm his racing heart beat. He slowly counted to ten and then opened his eyes. He stood up.

"Miss Farookie I'll be out in a minute." He said, trying to pass off a semi controlled voice.

But she wasn't paying attention. Her eyes slowly assessed his form from his broad shoulders, to his washboard abs and lower, where his pyjama hung low on his hips showing off that sinful V.

Did she have any idea what it did to him when she stared at him?

Of course she didn't.

When he caught her staring she immediately started her babbling. Going on about how she just wanted to know if he was coming out for breakfast and that she was just surprised to find him still asleep and..He couldn't bother paying attention. He could only see her plump lips open and close, her eyes wide and apologetic, her slender neck ..

Maybe it was his dream and the fact that she was just standing there, maybe he was just tired of holding back, but he walked towards her, slow measured steps and she immediately shut up.

Her eyes, again, widened and a slow blush spread across her cheeks as she noticed that his eyes were strained on her.

She didn't move back, instead she held his gaze, staring right back at him.

He went towards her, closer and closer, till they were almost touching. Her back arched trying to look up at him.

He leaned in a bit more and she slipped. His hands immediately came to rest about her waist, catching her and unintentionally pulling her closer to himself.

"Careful Miss Farookie."

"Mr Khan, what...Mr Khan... "

He left her stuttering.

That was a first.

He was fascinated.

He let his hands slowly push her hair back, slightly brushing across the nape of her neck. He felt a shiver run though her.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

He smirked slightly and moved back as if nothing had happened.

"I'll be out soon Miss Farookie."

"Mr Khan.. what just.."

"What just, what Miss Farookie?"

"You just..."

"I just...?"

"But, right now..."

"Spit it out Miss Farookie"

She gulped, swiftly turned back and almost ran.

Interesting.

So he wasn't alone in this.

She was as affected by him as he was by her.

Oh Miss Farookie, you're going to find out just how emotionally challenged I'm not.