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The woman had a mouth made for kissing. A man could live happy the rest of
his life feasting on her sweet mouth. She was slowly driving him mad. A moan
escaped from somewhere deep inside her. In response, he gently bit her lower lip
and soothed it with his tongue.
Her wide eyes hazed with passion. “Ss…Sanskar,” she murmured against his
Did she say, My Sanskar? Had he heard her correctly? He fisted his hands in her
hair and blazed a trail of kisses down the side of her face and neck. “You’d better
stop me while you can. Tell me to stop, Swara.”
She shook her head, her eyes hiding her emotions.
What was she thinking? Was she afraid to say no?
“What I’d really like…” Her voice trailed off and she swallowed. Slowly she
unzipped his jacket and tugged off his knitted cap. “Pick up that wood and stoke
the fire in the fireplace. Then take me to the bedroom and stoke mine.”
Did she mean it? His hands slipped under her shirt and found warm skin. Her
lips parted as she leaned forward and bit his earlobe. Don’t analyze it, man. Just
take her to bed. Slaking his needs—needs she’d stirred to a fevered pitch—was
certainly how he wanted to spend the day. The entire day, because once wouldn’t
With his eyes locked on hers, he stepped back. “If you’re serious, my bedroom
“I know where your bedroom is.” Her eyes were shadowed, full of mystery
and emotion he didn’t understand.
His hands shook, and he clenched them on his hips. Yes, he wanted her. In
some ways he always had. He frowned at the realization. Sanskar had been fifteen, a
skinny kid who hadn’t had his growth spurt yet, the last time he saw Swara. His
hair was clipped short and tight the way his father liked it. Yet, even at that young
age, there’d been something about Swara that called to him. When he visited her
in the kitchen, there was a rightness about their time together.
He couldn’t put a label on it. As he stood in front of the adult Swara with her
lips swollen from his kisses and her eyes heavy-lidded with passion, he couldn’t
describe how the little Swara Wright he’d known so long ago made him feel.
Needy. And hell, with her here in his house, she brought it all back. The admission
scared the beejeesus out of him.
If she knew who he really was, would she still want him?
“Don’t start anything you don’t plan on finishing. And don’t crawl into my
bed if you’re going to regret it later.”
“No promises. No regrets. And definitely no entanglements.” She stepped out
of his arms and headed for his bedroom. “Works for me.”
For some reason her remarks grated on his nerves. Bugged the hell out of him.
He stalked into the living room and stoked the fireplace, filling it with wood. His
gaze drifted in the direction of the bedroom. “Works for me,” he growled in a
mocking tone. She was waiting for him. Was she taking off her clothes? He
hardened at the thought. Would she be snuggled under his sheets, waiting for him
to come to her?
Major nuzzled his hand. He scratched behind the dog’s ears. “Well, how does
it feel to have a master who’s nothing more than a booty call?”
The dog whined.
Murky afternoon light filtered through the windows of the bedroom when
Swara woke. The snow wasn’t coming down as heavily. Was the storm over? She
stretched under the sheets and comforter, her naked skin sliding decadently across
the smoothness. The shower was running, and Sanskar was singing. Somehow it all
felt right, her being here in his big bed with her skin still humming from his touch,
and her system singing its own sultry love song.
He’d come to her like a man possessed, almost as if he were angry. Then he
turned tender, his sweetness nearly breaking her heart. She’d never been loved like
that, as if she were someone precious. For this one morning, she needed to feel
cherished. She needed to feel like someone truly cared.
Sanskar had made love to her four times. She stretched again, lifting the sheet to
cover her mouth as she grinned with feminine satisfaction.
The things that man did to her. Closing her eyes, she felt heat bloom in her
cheeks. She wasn’t aggressive. Normally she dated a man for weeks before
sleeping with him, so why… A frown wrinkled her brow. Something about Sanskar
was different. Familiar, or so it seemed when she caved in to the need to be closer
The shower turned off, but the singing continued. He had a nice voice. The
man had a nice everything. She just needed to focus on the fact that this was all
temporary. A s*xual interlude in the middle of a raging blizzard. How foolish am I
for wanting something more permanent?
When the bedroom door opened, Major shot in around Sanskar and hopped onto
the bed. The dog gave her one canine kiss before turning around twice and
flopping onto the comforter with a contented sigh.
A towel hugged Sanskar’s waist. He was lean and well-muscled. Those six-pack
abs weren’t airbrushed on. She knew all too well the power behind them. He sat
on the edge of the bed, his gaze locked with hers, and leaned down for a kiss.
“Hey.” His voice was soft, affectionate.
He nuzzled her neck, his wet hair tickling her. “We missed lunch. Hungry?”
She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Typical male. As soon
as the bottom half of your anatomy is taken care of, thoughts move above the
belt.”His hand rubbed over her br*ast. “And just how many typical males am I
going to have to fend off to keep you for myself?” His teeth grazed the column of
Fear crept into the bed and snuggled between them. “Sanskar, we said no
promises, no regrets, and for sure, no entanglements.” Her life was in Kolkata .
“I’ll be leaving as soon as the roads are clear. You know that.”
He stood and went to the other side of the bed, yanked his jeans off the floor,
and stepped into them. The zipper echoed in the silent room. “So what the hell was
this? Just some meaningless fu—”
“Don’t use that tone with me. Or that kind of language, either.” She sat up in
the bed and tugged the sheets around her neck. “It was what it was.”
He gritted his teeth. “Maybe you could be more specific.”
What did he want from her? Her heart clenched in her chest. They lived two
different lifestyles hundreds of miles apart. She took a deep breath before she
spoke. “It was an amazing afternoon between two consenting adults.”
He tugged on a turtleneck and snagged a pair of clean socks from a drawer. He
put on his socks and boots in silence. “Never figured you for a us… user, Swara.”
Standing, he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Swara flinched at the words Sanskar hurled at her. “Never figured you for a
user, Swara.” If he hadn’t slammed the bedroom door when he stormed out, she
might have responded impetuously, shouted something just as hurtful. Something she would have regretted.
She hadn’t risen to a high position in the corporate world by overreacting
emotionally. Her psychology classes taught her to illuminate, evaluate, and
communicate. And that’s just what she was going to do.
Using every pillow on the bed to prop herself up against the headboard, she
took a deep breath.
Sanskar hadn’t liked her flippant attitude. And it wasn’t that she didn’t care… If
she let herself, she’d care more than was smart—or safe. Together, they’d been
spectacular. But they barely knew one another. Hell, they’d spent more time
sniping at each other than cooing and sighing.
It had to be loneliness. Out here in the woods, isolated and leading a rustic
lifestyle, he’d latched onto her as a respite from his solitary existence.
Her amateur psychoanalysis made perfect sense. She grinned. Now she needed
to test it on him and see if she could smooth out the wrinkles in their temporary
After digging through his drawers and closet, she slipped into fresh
backwoodsman apparel. Another flannel shirt, this time green, and a pair of black
Padding barefoot to the bedroom door, she inched it open and listened.
Nothing. She headed down the hall to her room but stopped when she spotted him
at his computer.
Before she could say a word, he killed the monitor and stood. “Storm’s let up
for a while. Another heavy band is coming through in an hour or so.”
Funny, her heart had dropped at the thought of the storm ending, opening the
door for her to leave. It rebounded when she heard there would be more snow.
Maybe she should analyze her own loneliness issues before diagnosing his.
He brushed past her. “I’m going out to haul in a couple more trees I felled last
spring. We may need more firewood than I have split.”
She followed him. “Can I help?”
Stopping abruptly, he turned. “Yeah. Maybe it would be good for us to get out
of the house for a while.” His gaze locked with hers and his jaw worked, as if an
apology fought to free itself.
She imagined how he felt. He’d snapped out those cutting words in the
bedroom without thinking them through first. Just let his emotions drive him.
Where did that come from? Her training pointed to the possibility of a deep scar
somewhere in his past.
“Let’s get out of here while we can,” she said. “We’ll talk about…things…
later. When we’re back inside.”
He nodded and looked away. Turning, he put a hand on the side of her neck.
“Sorry, Swara. I didn’t mean it.”
“I know.” But they still would be having a long chat later. He wasn’t getting
off that easily.
It took five minutes to outfit her in a voluminous jacket, waterproof pants,
hand-knit mittens, hat, and scarf. She could barely make it out the door wearing
the four pair of wool socks that made his boots less floppy.
Sanskar shoveled a path to the garage and hauled open the door. “Wait here.”
He went inside and manually opened the roll-up door.
Light flooded the space as she peered inside. Tools and gadgets and gaspowered
The roar of a motor startled her. Sanskar swung his leg over the seat of a fourwheeler.
Major barked and jumped excitedly, circling the vehicle as Sanskar drove it
out of the garage.
“Hop on.” He grinned at her and patted the seat behind him.
She’d never done this before, but it looked like fun. Waddling over, she put
her hands on his shoulders and eased a leg over. He helped her place her feet on
the back pegs, and with a roar, they were off.
It was beautiful. He’d chosen a perfect plot of land to call home. His property
was thick with trees, and for a short way, they followed alongside a river. He wove
his way through the forest as she held on with her arms around his waist, her body
pressed to his.
When he leaned back and took them speeding down a hill, she giggled, feeling
as excited as Major. The dog rushed ahead, stopped to dig and sniff, caught up
again, and repeated the process.
Too soon, they stopped at a clearing where a dozen tree trunks lay piled in a
pyramid. He turned off the engine.
She got off, her legs tingling from the vibration of the motor.
Sanskar hefted a thick chain from the box at the back of the ATV and trudged
through a snowdrift to the pile of trees. Wrapping the chain around one, he rolled
it off the pile, and then wrapped another length of chain around the second.
He seemed so competent. Never hesitating, just doing what needed to be done.
Swara admired that. In her life, every plan had to be checked and double-checked
before taking action. She could learn a lot from this man.
After hooking the chain to the four-wheeler, he said, “Keep Major by you.
Move back a ways, too.”
She called the dog, and when he came, slid her hand into his collar. “Let’s go
see what’s over here.”
The dog walked along beside her without trying to tear her arm off. “Good
boy.” Who would have thought she’d become pals with this slobbering beast?
The motor gunned as Sanskar eased the vehicle forward, hauling the two logs
behind him. He turned off the engine and walked back to check the chains.
“That you, Sanskar?” a voice called from behind them.
Major barked and tugged to get free.
“You can let him go,” Sanskar said. He held up a hand in greeting as Major ran
toward the voice. “Hey.”
Swara hadn’t noticed the small, dark house tucked into the woods. On the
porch, a tall man stood, wearing bib overalls and sporting a graying military-style
The man shouted, “Come over for a drink?”
Sanskar cupped his hands around his mouth. “Can’t, Lucky…… Gotta put up some
“Next time,” the man answered, petting Major.
Sanskar glanced her way. “Let’s go.”
“Who was that?” she asked as she climbed on behind him.
“Laksh Singhania, my neighbor.”
As they followed the four-wheeler’s path back to the house, she thought of her
neighbors. Not acres away, but separated by sixteen-inch walls. What a different
lifestyle he led.
They made slow progress hauling the load. Major caught up to them halfway
back.At the garage, Sanskar unhooked the logs, tucked the vehicle away, and came
out of the garage with a chainsaw. Major growled as Sanskar yanked a cord and
brought the tool to life.
“I know, boy. I’m not a fan of those things, either.” Swara brushed the snow
off the dog’s head. “Let’s be useful and do some shoveling.”
Major leapt and snapped at every shovelful she tossed until she was laughing
so hard she had to lean on the shovel.
The chainsaw droned and whined from the backyard as she shoveled a path
from the front door to the flattened tow truck. Was it his? Or did the garage own
it? She hadn’t even asked. She took a peek inside what was left of the side
From the backyard, the chainsaw squealed and popped, then died abruptly.
Sanskar yelled, low and long. “Shit!”
Major’s ears shot up.
Swara straightened, holding her breath.
“Swara. I need help.”
The dog took off at full speed.
Her heart raced as she plowed clumsily through the snow, encumbered by the
big boots and loose pants. Panic flashed through her, and her head spun. Dread
choked in her throat…….
She came around the back of the house and stopped dead.
Sanskar held his arm. The snow was speckled with blood.…….!!!
Credit to: JANPA