My fingers are sticky.. she whispered sensuously.

Maan walked near her, pulling her in his arms, before she could realized he had her hand in his, taking her lender fingers to his lips.

"Dont... " Geet's whole body leaped as if she had been touched by electrical charge and she snatched her hand away.

It was wild passion that was pulling her to him, for her it was just one more step along the way, one more thing to fire her wild passion for him.

It was becoming more difficult to be natural and often she thought he was deliberately forcing these situations.. it was the thrill that ran through her.. a force that was dragging her to him..