Dating Dr. Dil (If Shakespeare was an Auntie #1)(71)

Kareena was with him, and they were finally alone again. Memories of the last time they were at his place cascaded in his mind, mixing with their hours of conversation, their text messages, and the argument that still sat between them like a ghost.

He made sure to give her plenty of space as they stepped out of the elevator and into his hallway. They walked in silence until they reached his condo. He then let her step inside first. He took off his shoes, his jacket, and then watched her as she cut toward his windows to take in the skyline view.

She did that the first time she’d come over, too. There was something about watching her in his place that made him feel comforted. Not because of the space itself, but just knowing that she felt at home with his things.

Prem went to her now, taking slow, easy strides across the room to meet her. He brushed her ponytail over her shoulder and then kissed the back of her neck, enjoying her shudder. When she turned around, he traced her lower lip with the pad of his thumb and brushed his lips against hers. Their kiss at the house was intense and frenzied. This one was perfection.

He felt her soften under him, just a little, just enough for her to kiss him back.

“Missed you . . . friend,” Prem whispered against her mouth, hoping to God that didn’t scare her away that he admitted it.

“Missed you, too . . . friend.”



“I think family is important, but sometimes, found family understands us more,” Prem said, clinking his water glass with her drink.

“I get that,” Rina replied. “I have a few close friends that are my ride-or-die.”

“Are we friends yet, Rina?”

She smiled, and her eyes brightened behind her glasses. “I’d like to be.”



Kareena rested her cheek against Prem’s chest and wrapped her arms around his waist in a gesture that had his chest constricting in the oddest of ways. He hugged her back.

“Today really sucked,” she said.

“How can I make it better?”

She pulled back just enough to brush at the smudges on his cheeks. Her giggle was delightful. “You look ridiculous. That’s helping.”

“Bunty’s idea. He said that I had to look the part.”

“Your first problem was that you took advice from Bunty.”

“It made you laugh,” he said.

When she relaxed against him again, he knew it was time. Prem led her into his bedroom where he opened the automatic blinds. In the darkness of his room, lit only by the city view, he pulled her close and unzipped her sweatshirt. It fell in a soft hush to the hardwood floor.

“More,” she said with a sigh. She gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. One after another, they began removing their clothes until they were naked, and wanting. He was erect and had been since her sweatshirt came off. His cock pulsed between them.

“Come on. Let’s take that shower now.” He pulled her into the adjoining bath, where he finally removed her glasses and set them on the counter.

After turning on the shower, and setting it to warm, Prem took Rina back into his arms, their sticky skin pressing against each other until breast and chest were fused. He ran a hand over her frizzy hair and traced the flare of her hips and softness of her ass. He felt her fingertips against his chest tracing his collarbone.

He wanted so much more of this, Prem admitted to himself before he nudged her under the spray.

“Do you know how long it takes to wash Punjabi hair?” Kareena grumbled as her thick dark waves began to soak. “We’re going to be in here forever now.”

“I don’t mind,” Prem said. He helped her tug off her hair tie and watched her roll it onto her wrist. Then he pumped face wash into his palm and began massaging it into his cheeks. She laughed and helped him until the smudges were completely gone.

“Your turn,” he said, and squeezed out some shampoo to massage into her scalp. She let out a sigh and tipped her hair back. Water cascaded over her face, her neck, down her collarbone, and rolled off the tip of her breasts. His cock tightened impossibly harder as he tried to concentrate on her and her needs.

“Are you getting enough water?” she said after he turned her so she could rinse off. “I never had a shower with someone, but always assumed one person didn’t get enough water.”

“I’m fine,” he said hoarsely as he stroked her butt. “Let’s finish washing your hair.”

“Listen . . . I shed. Maybe I can just dry it and—”

“Relax,” he said and dropped a kiss on the curve of her neck. “It’s okay.” He gently scrubbed her scalp, taking time to make sure all the suds were rinsed through.

Then, because he wanted to touch her, he cupped the sides of her neck, then ran his hands over her collarbone, the slope of her wet breasts, and down her belly before pulling her close against him.

“Nice?”

“Nice,” she said in a barely audible whisper.

When he reached for the soap, she brushed his hand away and took the bottle. She’d been ignoring his erection that poked her all this time. But now, she squeezed a healthy glob of soap into her palm and began sudsing him up starting with his shoulders and moving over his chest down toward Charlie.

“Feeling better?” he murmured as he cupped the back of her neck and watched her wash his body through the rising steam.