Author's Note: I am sorry for taking so long. This wasn't that bad of a chapter to write. Beware and enjoy! : )
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Chapter 13 – What Were You Thinking?
Bipasha was slightly bent over. Her right breast was press against her right thigh. As she caressed her thigh and leg under the pretence of applying the lotion, she rubbed her nipple against her skin. Since both her thighs were spread far apart, her feminine heat was exposed to the cold air surrounding her. Bipasha knew that she was taking a long time to prep herself but she was just in the mood to play with and tease herself. Neerav wanted her! He wanted her just like she wanted him! Oh God, she just couldn't wait until they kissed again. From what she could remember, kissing him was…awesome. It was…damn good. She was having trouble finding words just to describe his touch. Maybe this time, there will do more. Just thinking about all the things he could do to her made her skin feel warm. She was so wrapped up in the thoughts of Neerav that when she first heard the throaty rumble of the intruder, she shuddered.
Then, realising that she did not recognise the voice, Bipasha jumped and let out a shriek. She reached for her towel but it was not on the stool anymore!
Oh my God, stupid auto laundry! How was she going to turn around now? Think, think, think! She screamed at herself in her head.
There was nothing she could think of. So, Bipasha folded her arms across her chest and slowly turned around to face the intruder. She carefully schooled her expression into one of anger that being so daring. She hid it from her face that she was unaffected by him catching her in a state of complete undress.
The first thing Neerav saw as Bipasha turned around was the swell of her left breast – now exaggerated by the crossing of her arms across her chest. Her dark nipple and the surrounding areola peeked out at him from the gap that had formed between her right hand and left inner elbow. With much effort, Neerav dragged his gaze up to look at Bipasha's face. She was glaring at him.
"How dare you?" Bipasha uttered in a low but angry voice.
Neerav, trying to be funny, countered, "You gave me the show, baby."
"God, you are such a jerk, Neerav," she screeched. "You were watching me all this while?"
"If you didn't see me sprawled on your bed, waiting for you, how is that my fault?"
"You could have said something sooner!"
"Come on. I am a guy. I was enjoying it." Then, Neerav really looked at her face. He walked over to Bipasha. She stepped backwards until she couldn't anymore as her butt had collided with the edge of the dressing table. Neerav cupped her cheek. "Look, I'm sorry. I…I saw you…You just looked so enticing. I couldn't…I just couldn't help but…stare." He then kissed her right cheek, patted her left one and said in a gentle voice, "Dress up, Bipasha. I'll meet you in the hall."
Bipasha stared after Neerav in bewilderment.
What just happened?
She turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed. Her eyebrows were scrunched together. Her gaze moved further downwards. There were some pink spots on her chest. Her breasts looked full and her nipples were hard. Now that she thought of them, she could feel a tiny ache in both of them. She ran both her hands up her hips, past her waist and cupped both her breasts in her hands. They felt a little heavy. She squeezed them both from underneath. The sensation felt good. Her eyes fluttered close. Her index fingers circled around her nipple, trailing the edge of the areolae.
Just as Bipasha was about to close the gap between her thumbs and forefingers, she heard Neerav call out, "Beeps, are you coming or not? How long do I have to wait?" She jumped and scrambled to put her clothes on.
Stepping out of the room, she replied, "Yeah, I am done. Where are you?" She took lazy steps towards his voice. Upon reaching the living room – or 'hall' as he called it -, Bipasha saw Neerav sprawled on the couch. He was shirtless with only a pair of loose boxer shorts on. Her gaze immediately fixed on the trail of hair that went underneath his boxer shorts. Neerav smirked as he saw her gaze on him.
Feeling his stare, Bipasha's eyes sweeped upwards to capture his eyes. "You need to learn how to respect my privacy," she started. In an effort to appear fierce and serious, she folded her arms across her chest. Neerav's gaze dropped to her chest. Her cleavage had appeared. He ran his tongue over his lips. Bipashsa resisted the urge to uncross her arms. Dragging his eyes away from her bosom, he focused on her face. Her jaw was set in a hard line.
"The door was open," Neerav said quietly.
"Just because you have magic, it doesn't mean you can use it to unlock my door."
"There was no lock on the door."
"I can show you. There still wouldn't be."
"Of course, you have your magic with you. You can make it disappear now."
Neerav exhaled in irritation. "Please. There wasn't. I am speaking the truth."
"Why should I believe you?" Bipasha was unrelenting and it was starting to piss him off.
"Have I ever lied to you?" Neerav retorted.
She shifted her body weight to her right leg. "Past actions – in this case, inaction, do not guarantee future inaction."
He shot up from his sprawl. "Dammit Bipasha." He ran his right hand through his hair, agitated. "What did I ever do to you? Why are you acting like this?"
"I hate it when people disrespect my privacy," she gritted out. "If you can't learn to respect it and give me the privacy I demand, this isn't going to work." Having said her piece, she stormed off. Neerav stared at her retreating back. He dropped onto the couch, his head in his hands.
"Gosh, this girl is too much."
"I know!" He heard her shout back and then, he heard the slam of a door. He winced. How does he fix this?
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Word Count: 1034 words
Author's Note: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Have a nice day!
Last edited on: 20/12/2013 (GMT +08:00)