CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

POV: Kriti

He leaned in and our lips met again, for the third time in the last hour. It seemed like my husband wasn’t in a mood to go to work today. A swift move of his hand, and I heard the door close with a loud bang. His other hand explored my back through the thin line of cotton between our bodies. I moaned and gasped for breath and he finally released my lips, with a pleased and mischievous smile on his face.

“Kriti! I need to leave now.”

“Am I stopping you?” I dared.

“No, but you’re not making it easy”

My hand was entangled with his. I left it, waving my hands in a submitting motion. “I am not doing anything.”

“But your eyes are telling me a different story.” He encircled his firm arms around my waist, nearly lifting me up from the ground, and whispered, “and you know what I would do if you keep doing that.”

My lips curled into a smile as I buried my head on his shoulder. He’d been doing this since when we’d had that heartfelt tear-shedding moment. Hugging me tightly before leav