Page 63 of Don't Date Your Nemesis

I smiled. “I missed that.”

She threw a pillow at me. “Jerk.”

“Aw, stop it.” I caught it, grinning. “You’ll make me blush.”

She rolled her eyes, suddenly tired, and turned around. “Help me unhook the blouse?”

I froze.

“Liam?”

“Y-yeah. Sure!”

I moved behind her, fingers finding the tiny hooks that held the blouse together. But my hands were not steady.

I could see the curve of her spine. The dip of her lower back. The way she held perfectly still, barely breathing.

The last hook came free, and I stepped back, clearing my throat.

When she realized I wasn’t walking out of her room, she turned around, holding the blouse to her chest. “What are you doing?”

“Staring.”

“Why?”

“Because you were drooling.”

She frowned, wiping her mouth. “I did not⁠—”

I cupped her cheek, thumb brushing the corner of her lips. “Yes. Right here.”

And I kissed her.

She went still for half a second and then melted into me, kissing back.

It was a soft kiss. A gentle one. But then it turned deeper and more passionate with her hands curling my kurta, pulling me closer as I groaned against her mouth.

We pulled back, both of us gasping.

She looked down, and her eyes widened.

“Well. Someone’s needy.”

I followed her gaze and my erection was visible through the outline of my kurta and slacks, straining against the fabric.

I scowled, stepping back. “It happens when I’m⁠—”

“When you are?” She asked, teasing me, her eyes bright with mischief.

“When I’m horny.”

She rolled her eyes, reaching for the waistband of her lehenga. “Shocking.”

The lehenga fell in a whisper of fabric, pooling around her feet.

Deepika stood there in a pair of tiny cotton shorts and an unhooked blouse that hung precariously off her shoulders. She was completely unaware of the absolute havoc she was wreaking on my nervous system.

My cock gave a sharp, painful twitch against the constraints of my slacks.