All Strings Attached

Chapter Thirty

Sita

I add elaichi to the boiling chai concoction, and then some ground ginger. "It smells good," Dhushyanth comments from beside me, attracting the attention of the maids around us.

I eye the maids, and look back at Dhushyanth, before saying to him in English, "there's no need for you to be here in the kitchen."

He simply shrugs, jumping onto the counter with a cheeky grin. "Are you jealous of the attention I'm getting?"

I raise my eyebrows, observing the women around me sneaking glances at my husband. I refuse to respond to his question. "You seem to be enjoying it too much."

"I'm only enjoying your reactions to this."

"To what?" I wince at the annoyed tone that takes over my voice, surely conveying whatever feelings Dhushyanth implicates I'm currently going through.

Dhushyanth chuckles, tucking my outgrown bangs behind my ear before he tilts my chin upwards to look at him. "You don't have to be jealous," he coos, "I'm all yours."

I feel the heat rise to my cheeks and attempt to pull away, but he makes a leave gesture to the others in the kitchen, making them shuffle out at once.

"Dhu-Dhush-Reddy!" I exclaim through my sputtering. "What are you—"

He bends to kiss my nose, effectively shutting me up. "Mukku meeda kopam," he murmurs, pulling away to look at my eyes. "And such beautiful eyes, so big, so expressive." [Such a quick temper.] He grins. "How do you think you can keep your feelings from me?"

"Wh-Wha-What do you mean?" I feel the heat rise to my cheeks as my ears drum with the thudding of my heart.

Dhushyanth doesn't answer, instead, jumping off the counter and lowers the heat on the stove, which is when I notice it had been almost ready to boil over.

I turn around with a gasp when he squeezes my waist, visibly causing amusement to him as he smirks, leaning into my neck. "It was always a fantasy of mine to romance my wife in the kitchen," he whispers, pushing himself against me, causing my back to dig into the granite behind me.

"Evaraina vasthaaru, Dhushyanth," I attempt to dissuade his tiny fluttering kisses against my neck. [Someone will walk in on us, Dhushyanth.]

"See," he chuckles against my neck, brushing his lips against my shoulder before grazing his teeth against my skin. "You do the wife's part very well."

I feel my knees weakening, and hold onto his shoulders for support as a sweet pain sets in between my legs.

"Don't start something you can't finish," I warn him through gritted teeth, trying extremely hard not to lose control.

"You're so sexy when you take that tone with me," he smashes his lips against mine, smothering a moan that erupts when he pinches my waist. He kisses me with barely with hungry passion, biting and tugging at my lips, one of his hands cradling my face as he angles my lips for a better stance. The other stays put on my waist, sliding up to give my aching nipples a tweak when I least expect it.

I moan out loud as he pulls away from me, wiping his wet lips, and winking at my flustered self. "Seems like I started something alright."

I dab the back of my hand against my lips and glare at my husband. "You watch out," I warn him.

"I will keep my eyes peeled," he promises with a boyish grin as he leans down for a final peck. "Now, let's bring the tea upstairs?"

"I will have the maids do it," I tell him, looking away from his slightly swollen lips. Should've bit harder.