Chapter 62
[A/N: Did anyone see ITA tonight? Haaaye, How Hot was Sanaya Irani. By God ki Maa Kasam I wanna marry her! And Gaurav Chopra! Eeeeeeeeeee! Enough squealing. Back to writing. Haaye, I miss my leisurely phan-gurling days.]
The water turned back to normal temperature, he could actually now focus his attention on her. How dare she... She knew what would happen if she turned him into cold water. And she was the one who had done it on purpose, yet what was that smug look on her face.
He felt all of his anger dissipate as he realized what she was doing the next moment. Wait... What the heck? When did her hands reach inside his jeans?
He grabbed both her hands with his in a second, and looked at her. Ohh, that was what the smug look was about. She knew he was turned on. How cruel.
He grabbed both her wrists in his one palm now, bringing them up over her head as she wriggled them to get out of her grip. It was his turn to smile smugly.
The water slithered down her whole body, and he could now taste it on his own will. He started undressing her wet cloth with one hand now, taking all the time in the world while she writhed at the extra scrutiny that was being done by his hungry eyes.
The chesire cat smile was on his lips now, as she stood in her naked glory before him, the water streaming down her beautiful form, making his hard on even more throbbing.