Nights of Roshan by Billy London Read Free Book Online

to investigate my dick with your lips. Several times, I recall. Did you mean accommodating? Because you have a very accommodating mouth…”
    “I didn’t mean it like that.”
    “You’re so funny. And yet, more coherent when I’m inside you.”
    She sighed. For patience. For calm. And for her body to give her a five-second break. “I’m buying you a present.”
    His hand slipped from her neck, along her spine to the waistband of her skirt. Without even pausing to look around, he slipped his hand inside the skirt, under her tights and inside her underwear. “All the gift I need is right here.” Her whole body sparked, with awareness, with shock but mostly with an instantaneous desire that was wholly reserved for Roshan. Every person in the shop faded into the background. Roshan had his hands inside her underwear and in that minute, he owned her. “This present,” he growled in her ear, as his middle finger skimmed between the wet lips of her sex, “will provide me more satisfaction than anything you could possibly buy here.”
    Briskly, he removed his hand only to trace his damp, fragrant finger around her mouth. Instantly, she licked her lips, tasting the sweetness of her own cream and the salt of his skin. Eyes dark with lust, he held her complete attention when he told her firmly, “You still don’t owe me anything. Not even precious time with that accommodating mouth of yours.”
    She caught his hand and pressed it to her chest. “That was lovely and entirely distracting but I need to say this. My freezing order has been lifted. And after everything, I need the first thing I buy to mean something. Does that make sense? It has to mean something. And it can’t be for myself. So you have to let me buy you something. A present. All right? Please.”
    He cupped the back of her head and pulled her against his body. “All right. Since you asked so nicely.”
    Beaming with victory, she pushed him away. “Marvellous. How about you get out so I can get buying?”
    Roshan frowned at her. “There are ways of being nice to me.”
    “Completely out of character for me,” she assured him. “Off you go, Tony the Tiger.”
    He made a sound of disapproval in his throat, before prowling out of the store. Better buy something before she was banned for inappropriate conduct on their premises. Quickly, she found what she’d planned. A waterproof watch for her water-loving tiger. She hoped there was enough give for the bracelet to encircle a huge paw. She returned to the car and immediately had to slap his wandering hand from the yellow bag. “No peeking.”
    “I can’t even look?”
    She tugged down the collar of her jumper, allowing a view of her lace-covered breasts. “There. That’s a peek for you.”
    He lowered his head and brushed a kiss over her cleavage. “Much,” he murmured, “much better.”

Chapter Eight
     
     
    Roshan had been perfectly content to be alone, especially over the nonsensically expensive holiday, but with Neiri in his kitchen and Christmas carols playing on his system, he was rather pleased with himself. He’d already brought her huge tree from her flat and set it up in the living space. Red, green and white lights twinkled in his candle-bright living room, sparkling through the crystal decorations that hung delicately on every fresh pine branch. Neiri took herself to the kitchen once she’d affirmed that each decoration was set right and the tree was positioned correctly. She said she wanted to cook. She said cook. He said open packets of food and put them in the oven.
    “There’s a skill to it,” she argued, pricking the plastic sleeve of a tray of prawns. “And I like nibbles.”
    He sent her an appreciative glance. “Yes, you do.”
    Neiri frowned at him, then placed a glass of lemon water in front of him. “Where did you even come from? Apart from supposedly answering my prayer .”
    Roshan stifled his laughter. His Neiri didn’t hold back. “I’m a white Bengal tiger,