On Her Majesty's Secret Service ??

Rendezvous At The Taj (3) : Jalta hai.......badan

She pulled back, and pushed Raman away, embarrassed by her own uninhibited behaviour. This was so unlike her, the cool, collected Ishita Bhalla. What was he turning her into? This wanton behaviour was just not her.

"Raman" she scolded as she grabbed the key card from his hand."This is not right. Andar chalo. Let me try"

He stood back, grinning as she turned to face the door knob, passing the key through the slot. It opened easily at the first try.

"Kya Raman" she stormed into their room "you deliberately didn't open it, didn't you? What are you trying to prove? What if someone had seen us? Kitna ganda lagta" (It would look so dirty)

" Ganda kyon?" (Why would it look dirty?) he asked, closing the door and embracing her from behind. He pushed her hair aside, planting soft kisses on the nape of her neck. "You know you want this as much as I do. You told me so this morning. So why pretend now? You are as crazy about me as I am about you. You are as desperate to make love to me as I am to possess you. Underneath that prim and proper exterior, there is a wild, wanton, sexy woman just waiting to come out. Admit it, Ishita."

"No" Ishita pulled out of his embrace, walking into the bedroom of the suite. She sat on the bed and pulled off her shoes.

He had followed her in and stood at the door to the bedroom, pulling of his jacket and loosening his tie. He threw his jacket on a nearby couch, and then walked to the bed where she was sitting.

Ishita looked up at Raman. "I love you Raman" she said. "You know that. But I'm not like you described. I'm not like the other girls you may have known. Like that Sonia. I'm...I'm ... I love you, but all this..."

He moved closer to her, his eyes holding hers in an intense gaze. "Itni jalan, Ishita? Woh bhi uss anjaan Sonia se?"
(So much jealousy Ishita? And that too for a stranger?)

"I'm not jealous " Ishita shook her head in denial.

He laughed then, throwing his head back in genuine amusement. "Oh yes you are meri jaan. You were as jealous of her as I was of that firangi jerk who was trying to paw you. Admit it, Ishita, you are desperate for me."

"No" she insisted, her eyes opening wide as he finally reached her.

"No?" He asked with an amused smile. With one swift movement, he pulled her up into his arms, one hand tangled in her long hair, the other on the small of her back.

"No" she repeated."no, no , no"

His eyes glinted as he moved both hands to the buttons holding up the collar of her dress. Within seconds, his experienced hands had the buttons opened and had pushed her dress aside from her shoulders. He turned her around, not giving her a chance to protest and twisting her hair into one of his hands, he pushed it aside, giving himself access to her bare shoulders and back. He started to kiss her shoulders, raining gentle caresses on both, running his tongue across her neck and back. She shivered slightly, and he changed the intensity of his kisses. The gentle feel of his lips were replaced by sharp small bites, which he then soothed with his tongue, licking and sucking the spot where he had inflicted pain, before moving onto the next.

Ishita had been very still, her hands clenched at her sides, but she couldn't help the moan that escaped her at the intimacy of his actions.

Raman heard her moan and turned her around to face him, his hands cupping her face, as he stared into her eyes.

"So, will you admit it now" he asked, with the complacency of a man who knew just how to make his woman desperate for him. He had underestimated his obstinate Jhansi Ki Rani though.