"To the stars," she said promptly, blinking at him expectantly.
She saw his lips twitch at her words and reached out with a hand to stop him from driving off right away.
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"I'm glad you came to me," Armaan murmured, feeling protective all of a sudden.
He hated to think what would have happened if she had remained inside with no one to take care of her. Fear actually gripped him at the thought and he caressed her face tenderly. Allah was watching over her. Who knew what kind of morons were present in that crowd and what they would have done to her once they realized she was intoxicated?
Her smile was positively wicked. "So am I," she said in a husky tone and moved to straddle him, draping her arms around his shoulders.
"Jas-"
"Ssshh." She placed a finger on his lips to quieten him. "I like you better when you don't speak," she whispered and then she removed her finger and replaced it with her mouth.
Electricity coursed through his body and concentrated in his groin. He tried to push her away but she made a sound of protest and clung tightly to his body as if she wanted to get inside of him. Armaan had dreamed of her submission countless times. He had fantasized about Jasmine coming to him willingly and kissing him exactly like this because she could no longer keep him at bay. But in all his imaginings, she had never been tipsy.
He dragged his mouth away from hers with supreme effort, gasping and grabbing her upper arms to hold her away from him. "Jasmine, you're drunk," he said hoarsely. "I'm taking you to your apartment. Tell me the address."
She pouted at him and he wished she would not do that. It was sexy and endearing both at the same time. "Can't we just do it here?" she asked softly.
His breath whooshed out of his lungs at her question and then he closed his eyes, took deep breaths and exercised some self-discipline. "We are not doing anything, anywhere," he told her sternly and bundled her into the passenger seat. "I'm going to drop you at your place and you're going to sleep this off. Alone."
"No!"
He was startled by her outburst. That was some fierce 'No'. She had said it to him so many times, always for the purpose of pushing him away but now she wanted him and was not ready to take no for an answer. He was lost in the face of her obstinacy. He watched with growing trepidation as she shrugged off her jacket quite roughly before flinging it in his face. The strapless black top exposed so much of her skin and she stretched to reveal some more cleavage, watching him mischievously. His mouth actually watered.
"Mmm," she murmured dreamily and made herself more comfortable. "This is so freeing. I'm wearing satin panties and they're unbearably moist," was her candid confession.
"Fuck," he hissed and started the engine. His cock was so hard. What the hell was she trying to do to him? There was only so much temptation a man could take. Stifling a groan, he looked determinedly ahead as he drove. He was not going to look at her. He was not even going to listen to her. Just ten more minutes of this torture and she would be safely in her bed.
Fate was not so kind though.
His eyes strayed and he noticed the languid way her thighs rubbed against each other as she stretched. "This feels wonderful, Armaan. My body seems to be humming," she told him. "Let's take a drive outside the city. I want to see gentle hills and cypress trees and the winding dirt road in the country."
He scowled at the road and gritted his teeth. "Not tonight," he said in a clipped voice and increased his speed unconsciously. Some girls got drunk and passed out or threw up while some felt horny. He had no trouble guessing which category Jasmine fell into.
"Armaan?" She touched his sleeve in the most delicate of gestures and he glanced at her. It was a mistake to have done so. Her dark eyes were huge pools of need and sadness and he wanted to take it all away. He wanted her so badly. "Please?" she prompted sweetly and he bit his lip, his eyes back on the road but his mind on her words. "I don't want to be alone right now. It...it hurts. I can't get him out of my head."
Pain lanced through his heart and he felt tears filling up his eyes. Surprised at his reaction, he blinked rapidly and took a left turn, accelerating in the busy streets, making his way out of the city. It took him close to thirty minutes. Once they reached the outskirts, he parked the car on a gentle slope under a cypress tree just like she had wanted, cut the engine and got out of the car.
"There's your countryside," he said shortly, indicating the scenery below. Pleasure lit up her face as she scrambled out of the car, her eyes fixed on the view. He heard a thud and hurried across to the other side. She was rising up slowly and brushing
