Zayn closed his eyes as he spoke into the phone, suddenly aware of the proximity of Rina’s body and the things that was doing to him. He knew he should hold her back, so as not to complicate things, to tell her that he understood because he felt the same way every single time. Still, the willpower to allow those words to flow from his tongue was practically non-existent, and just like Rina, he didn’t want to walk out of that situation. At least, not like that.
“I can feel every part of your body on me,” Zayn murmured as soon as he ended the call, sliding the phone back into his pocket. “Your petite frame you…” He sighed willing himself to pull away now that he still was in a reasonably clear mind.
Rina’s lips parted slightly, and she regarded him from underneath her long lashes. “You’ve been avoiding me since we last saw each other in Hong Kong. You barely look into my eyes, and each time you are around me, you waltz yet never come close, intentionally putting distance between us.”
“You don’t get it do you?”
Rina began to shake her head, then nodded in the middle.
“You are a distraction, Rina. A very hot one. Amidst the chaos of my day, I find myself lost with thoughts of you. While sometimes, I worry about you, other times, I am filled with a great need for you, more than I have ever felt in my entire life. And it makes no sense as I have certain feelings that complicate things. I have said it a million times because it happens. I have witnessed it happen. We both have something to gain out of this union, and we can’t allow any distractions to derail us from the path ahead of us. You deserve to shine, and while you are almost there, we need to stay focused so your enemies don’t plant something along the way that we both don’t notice.”
Rina’s lips shook as he dragged in a deep breath. She understood Zayn. She really did. Still, it didn’t stop the hurt that twisted at her chest. It felt like physical pain, like she was being punched and buckled over, her wheezing breath sure to follow. But after a few seconds of waiting for it, it didn’t come. Instead, the duo still stood there at one end of the kitchen, eyes locked in on each other, lips unmoving.
“I know,” Rina responded after a moment, swallowing instinctively. She would be lying to herself if she thought Zayn was wrong. “We shouldn’t make this hard for either of us. You are right.”
Despite those words now laced with the air, neither of them made a move, still frozen in time. The world could be at war at that moment, but Zayn and Rina would be immune and clueless about it, wrapped up in their own world, the electric charge pulling them impossibly close to each other. Unconsciously, Zayn’s gaze dropped to her lips, and Rina felt a gasp slip through her. She had been unable to help it, unable to keep the sound from escaping her throat.
Zayn groaned, and in one second, suddenly snapped, pulling her closer with one hand around her waist, his fingers splayed on the exposed skin around her waist, underneath the t-shirt. He could feel how hard her heart beat and wanted to scream to the world that he was responsible for its erratic nature. “Fuck it!” he growled and brought his lips down to hers, taking them with so much fervor that Rina felt every emotion in that moment. He teased and tugged until she melted in his arms, opening up for him to do as he pleased with her. Rina trusted him with her life, and it was a weird thing to think about since she had never done that with anyone she didn’t have a defined bond with.
He drew her even closer, crushing her lips. The kiss went from slow to rapid-fire as a hand went into her hair, deepening the kiss. Emotions went high, flying around the space, leaving two of them caught in its wildfire. They were falling, but not making any attempt to soften their landing. His hand buried deeper under her clothes as Zayn flipped them around suddenly, so Rina’s back was pressed against the refrigerator. He stood in between her legs, and found the hook of her bra, expertly snapping it off in half a second.
Zayn slipped it off her, allowing her breasts to strain through the fabric of the shirt, wanting to be let loose. His hands moved to the front to cup them, and a moan escaped Rina’s lips. Her head rolled back in the heat of the moment as she pressed herself further into him, wanting Zayn to take all of her in that moment.
He loved how she responded to him how her skin zinged with his touch, and grumbled when he took his hands away. Flicking a thumb across one nipple, Rina bit her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out in ecstasy. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she held on tight to him, but he barely seemed to notice that as his hands moved lower, down to the band of her pants. Rina’s body pulsed with anticipation as he hovered above it, before snaking his hand through, finding her panties in a second. He grazed the lace, and Rina’s toes curled, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She felt her limbs grow weak and would have slid to the ground if Zayn didn’t have such a strong grip on her.
“You’re wet,” he whispered, his pleasure apparent in his tone. He pushed her panties to the side, and slid a finger in slowly, looking up at her face. “Look at me, Rina.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw the need in Zayn’s, mirroring hers as he thrust once, and then twice. Her mouth hung open and Rina found herself spiraling down a hole, with no one to help her back up.
Hell! She didn’t want anyone to.