Bound To You

Chapter 53: Tempting

"You sure this is okay?" I asked, shivering a little as I felt the coldness.

"Yes, Yumna. Just trust me," Omar smiled as he walked.

The whole house was freezing. The generators were not even charged enough to work. So we had to work with candles and non-electrical heater.

Omar was walking up the staircase as I was following Omar. We went towards our room. I kept tugging and holding in Omar's sleeves we walked together. The house was dark and it was hard to walk but Omar seemed to memorize the house from every inch.

We went to our room and I stood on the corner as I watched Omar going inside our room. He went to the sofa side and placed the heater on the floor and turned it on. Then he put some candles on the coffee table and then some to the wall shelves and around the corners of the room. Then I slowly watched him taking out a lighter and slowly lighting the candles one by one.

I couldn't help but to smile as I watched Omar lightning the candles, one by one. I watched how his shoulder blade moved. Omar had taken off his coat a while ago and his slim shirt was hugging his body nicely. His biceps moved up and down as he moved to his arms to lightened the candles everywhere. His messy hair was unruly and a smile played on his lips as he kept lighting the candles.

Soft fume of wild vanilla began to spread around the room. The candles gave the room a little glow and the heater made the room a little warmer. Even though I know Omar was going to tell me about his past today but the mood in the room with candles was making the room amorous.

I bit my lips as I watched Omar slowly untying his necktie. My stomach squeezed and I could feel myself getting nervous. Omar took off his necktie and threw it on the bed and then he slowly unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, exposing his neck.

I noticed how smooth his neck was. I wonder what it feels like if I could press my lips on it . . .

I blushed as I realized what I was thinking. I mentally slapped my head.

What the heck?!

WHAT WAS I EVEN THINKING?

I felt like a teenager having her first crush over her husband. How embarrassing . . .

I noticed Omar turning around and looking at me. Then he winked at me, making my cheeks turned red.

"You know," I heard him say as he made his way towards me.

My heart began to race as I felt Omar stepping near me. I stepped back as I hit the back of the wall.

"It's not bad if you are checking out your husband," Omar said as his stepped near me and then slowly pressing his hand on the wall by the side of my head he leaned closer.

I bit my lips harder, trying to stay calm as I felt Omar bending down and leaning near me to meet my eye level. I looked down as Omar held my chin with his fingers.

"If it makes you feel better," he whispered with his low sexy voice as he leaned near my ear. "You are not the only person here that is getting turned on here."

I gasped softly as I felt his lips near my ear, sending shiver down my spine.

Oh gosh!

My toes curled as Omar softly pressed a light kiss on my cheek. His fingers slowly cared my cheeks as I nibbled on my lips, nervously.

"Mrs. Yumna Chatti," he whispered. "You have to stop biting your lips before I seal those with mine."

My cheeks turned redder as I looked at him. He smiled softly and then pressed his lips on my forehead.

"Mrs. Yumna Chatti," he whispered as he kissed my nose softly. "Just, what am I going to do with you?"

My body felt hot. I just wanted to enjoy the pleasure. My body was craving for what him. His lips . . . His touch . . . Everything about him was making my brain blurry.

I wanted to forget why I kissed in the first place. I just wanted this moment to last. But, I knew I wanted to know the truth. I wanted to know more about Omar. I wanted to more about the person who I am beginning to fall in love.

So, I leaned closer to Omar. I used my hands to cup his cheeks. His eyes didn't leave mine. Instead, his arms snaked around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Leaning near his lips, I noticed him looking at me. I leaned slowly and pressed a soft tender kiss on his lips and pulled away quickly.

Omar looked at me, confusingly as I whispered, "You promised to tell me . . ."

Omar sighed as he pulled away from me. He took my hands on his and walked to the sofa.

I walked with him and he sat on the sofa. I sat beside him and looked at him. I noticed Omar tensing a bit as he began to tell me his tale.