Page 59 of Yes Boss
Something inside her finally surrendered.
She reached for him before her mind could catch up to her body, her fingers fisting into the silk at the front of his shirt, feeling the warmth of him beneath it.
Raghav moved instantly.
His hand closed around her wrist with a gentle pressure that still managed to feel like a claim.
“Yes?” he asked, voice roughened at the edges, dark and low. He needed to hear it. Needed her choice.
Ishani’s answer wasn’t words.
She raised her other hand sliding up to his shoulder, fingers curling into muscle and fabric. The movement brought her flush against him, her body aligning with his in a way that stole the last inch of space between them.
She exhaled—slow, unsteady—and settled against him.
For a second, Raghav didn’t move.
Control held him rigid.
Then his hand shifted from her wrist to her waist, spreading wide against her back. His other hand followed, sliding from his pocket to her hip, pulling her the final fraction closer.
His head dipped. Not yet a kiss.
Just his forehead brushing hers. His breath mingling with hers. The diamond at her throat pressed lightly against his chest.
“You’re sure?” he murmured, voice barely steady, though his grip tightened at her waist.
Her fingers tightened in response.
“Yes.”
That was all he needed.
His mouth found hers, and thought became impossible.
The kiss burned through her like wildfire. His mouth claimed hers with a certainty that left no room for doubt—firm, decisive, unmistakably him. Months of restraint collapsed into that single moment, all of it pouring through the way he held her there, close and unyielding.
Ishani’s fingers dug into his shoulder, feeling muscle flex beneath her touch.
When his tongue traced her lips, she made a sound—raw, needy, unfamiliar even to herself. Raghav growled in response, like a predator sensing surrender. His hand slid higher along her back, fingers weaving through her hair. He tilted her head back, angling her mouth perfectly against his. Her body melted against him, responding to his unspoken command like she’d been waiting all her life to be directed exactly this way.
Her lips parted, and he groaned softly, the vibration traveling from his chest to hers. The kiss transformed from claiming to consuming. Her hands slid into his hair, fingers gripping the thick strands, messing the careful style he always maintained. For months she’d wondered how it would feel to touch him without restraint, and now she knew. God! She loved it. His hair was soft, the slight curls brushing against her skin like silk.
His arm tightened around her waist and, in one seamless movement, he lifted her. The sudden loss of ground stole her breath. She clutched his shoulders as he drew her flush against him, her body aligning with his in a way that felt inevitable.
Her legs wrapped instinctively around his hips.
The contact sent a sharp current through both of them.
He tasted of mint and heat. Of control stretched thin. His mouth slowed, exploring. His lower lip dragged gently across hers before he claimed her again, deeper, hungrier.
His hands shifted to her hips, fingers pressing into silk and skin beneath, pulling her tighter. There was no air between them. No hesitation left.
The world narrowed. To his breath. To the slow drag of his mouth. To the steady strength of his hands anchoring her in place.
Her pulse thundered. Her thoughts dissolved.
Then, like surfacing after being pulled under, clarity rushed back in all at once.
