Zayn paused, and closed his eyes, thinking about all the pros and cons of the move he was about making. All the rationality in him laid it out bare, bringing his consciousness to the fact that there was a boundary he was about to cross. But at that moment, it was hard to consider it, not with her sweet scent teasing and taunting him all at the same time, not with the view he’d had for the past twenty minutes, the one he had been trying hard not to think about but was proving to be the most difficult thing.
She wiggled underneath him, drawing his attention to her boobs under the nightwear as they moved with her. He screamed “Fuck” in his head, and tried to pull away. This was the same thing he’d warned himself about repeatedly. Rina was a lot of temptation enveloped in one body, and at first, it was easy to explain everything away. But right now, Zayn found control slipping away from his fingers and he wasn’t sure he wanted to do anything about it.
Rina stopped moving, gazing into his eyes. The rise and fall of her chest relaxed into a more rhythmic pattern and her glossy eyes fell partially closed. Zayn leaned in slowly, resting his forehead on hers. He tried to still his raging heart, to tell himself to step away and let her walk through the doors.
Folding his hands by his side, Zayn let her go. It was one of the hardest things he’d had to do in his entire life. Still, he took a slow step backward, giving her all the time in the world to turn around and head out. Still, she stayed, her eyes opening slowly, and her back resting on the door.
“Rina…” her name escaped his lips fervently. “You should go. I have to get to work.”
She didn’t say anything; couldn’t bring her mouth to work.
In that split second, Zayn made a decision to damn the consequences. He covered the distance again, bringing his hands slowly down to her sides. Rina closed her eyes as the warmth from his skin seeped through her, as it pooled in the pit of her stomach, setting fire to her insides. A shaky breath escaped his lips as his hands moved slowly down the curve of her body as if studying every inch like a book. His fingers strayed back up, hovering along the strap of her nightdress. He hooked a thumb under it, and let it fall slowly to the middle of her arm, the trapped air in his room tingling the exposed skin.
Rina felt the wind wash on her skin and it made her tingle with anticipation and delight. She drew in a sharp breath when he did the same thing to the other strap, exposing her shoulders. The only thing holding her nightdress in place were her arms. If left to fall by her side, the dress would slide off her body, and even with that thought, Rina knew she wasn’t going to fight it. She bit her bottom lip when she felt his teeth, softly nibbling on her shoulder. Rina tried to push back a moan as he flicked a tongue over it, and her hands reached out to steady herself, holding on tight to his shoulders. Her toes curled and her legs grew wobbly, but Zayn held her up with his weight. He trapped her hands above her head, holding them captive with one hand while the other continued its onslaught.
She threw her head back when he touched her slender neck, drawing an invisible line from her nape down to the beginning of her cleavage before it got lost under the dress. Her heart thumped hard against her chest and need enveloped her securely, and the moan she had been trying so hard to keep down her throat escaped her lips. It seemed to fuel Zayn’s need as he slowly yet firmly grazed her hardened nipples through the dress. Her knees buckled and her hands threatened to slide off Zayn’s hold. But his grip was too strong, and his need even stronger.
“Fuck!” Rina exclaimed when he tugged at one hardened nipple, twisting and teasing until she didn’t think she could take it anymore. Zayn palmed her boobs as if laying claim to his possession as if telling even Rina that he was the only one who could touch her that way, who could make her feel that good. Although, no words slid from his lips. Rina heard him loud and clear through every graze and every nibble; through the way he wrapped a hand firmly around her waist, pulling her even closer. He took her scent in and mumbled something incoherent, letting go of her hands.
Zayn pulled one strap off her arm totally, exposing her perky boobs. He flicked his tongue over it, eliciting a sharp moan from Rina, who buried her hands in his hair, pulling him even closer to her. She pushed herself further into him, lifting her back off the door. But he stopped suddenly and looked up at her. His eyes strayed to her lips and he moved in slowly, allowing the tension and anticipation to build. Rina’s eyes fluttered open and narrowed in on his lips. Her blood roared wildly against her ears as his lips hovered over hers. She could feel his warm breath on hers and almost pleaded for him to close the distance.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered. It was the first time he was fully admitting it. He’d only ever said he fought the urge to kiss her and Rina realized he still hadn’t done that. “But the contract stipulates that we should have no physical relationship and I think it’s best we keep it that way.”
He pulled away from her and adjusted the straps of her nightdress so calmly like nothing happened a few seconds ago. But Rina was by herself as her body was still wild with need and her breath raging. Zayn walked back into the room and turned to face the covered windows, while Rina turned around and pulled the door open, putting as much distance from him as she could when her body wanted the exact opposite.