Chapter 1091 - The mission to extract Tiffany (2) (1/2)

In the dark screening room of AMC Theater in Houston…

After few light kisses, Haru licked Nala's lips and before his tongue slipped inside her mouth and he deepened the kiss.

This was not a kissing frenzy like in the nightclub. The kiss was slow, and sensual, making Nala's mind spin and crave for more.

All this was within Haru's expectations: the two of them in the dark large area, surrounded by strangers, chilly temperature, the privacy provided by the darkness and the blanket, Nala's shyness… What he didn't expect is that she will start pulling him closer, and leaning her body on his, and those soft moans. The way her palms moved over his back… Ah, he was aroused beyond belief!

No matter how much he tried to keep his hands in place, they got a mind of their own driven by his desire. One of his hands slipped under her top, on her back. His fingers moved slightly over her satin-like skin before his hand moved toward her waist. Her skin felt much better than he imagined under his palm. He told his hand to stop, but the mischievous side was stronger, and his palm glided higher on her side, toward the lacy edge of her bra.

Haru's hand sneaked under Nala's bra and she panicked. Not because she didn't want his touch, or because she didn't like the feel of his calloused palm from extensive training on her skin, but because she feared that he will be disappointed. That insecurity was washed away in a second when he let out a low growl from the back of his throat which told her that he likes holding her.

She felt Haru kneading her breast and his fingers moved over her nipple and it felt much-much more different than when she did it by herself. The way he touched her made her shiver and it made her feel beautiful, desirable.

Nala moved her leg and placed it over his, allowing him to get closer and to grind against her.

The intensity of his touch increased. Haru squeezed her nipple which sent an electric current through her body and she gasped into his mouth.

Haru froze for a moment and then swiftly hugged her tightly and buried his face in her hair.

Nala heard his ragged breath behind her ear and she didn't understand what happened. Whatever they were doing, it felt good, why did he stop? And why is he almost crushing her with his hug?

”Are you OK?”, she whispered.

”No. But I will be in a minute.”, he responded.

Nala was restless and could not stop herself from asking: ”What happened? Is anything wrong?” She also wanted to say that she wanted him to continue, but she kept that part to herself.

Haru took a deep breath and spoke in a voice deeper than usual close to her ear without breaking out of the hug. ”Nala, nothing is wrong other than the fact that we are in a movie theater. I thought that I got this figured out, but you are attracting me more than I can handle. I want to undress you and touch and kiss every part of your body, but not here. I don't want to risk anyone seeing us.”

Nala smiled at his words that he does not want anyone to see them. As much as she is enjoying this newfound intimacy, she does not want to be seen either. That is something that should be only for the two of them. She relaxed in his embrace.

”I love you too.”, she whispered.

They held each other for some time and then Nala moved her clothes back into a presentable state before leaning onto him.

They exchanged light kisses and caressed each other while making sure not to get swept away and it seemed like only few minutes passed when ending credits started rolling on the big screen. Ah, time flies when you are having fun.

Haru sighed. ”Time to go.”

”You know…” Nala hesitated before continuing: ”The Cliffside villa is almost empty.”

His eyebrows shoot up. ”What are you trying to say?”

Nala cleared her throat nervously. ”I'm saying that anyone who can interrupt us is either in Austin or will be sleeping by the time we go back…”

Haru inhaled a sharp breath and held it for some time.

Nala nudged his chest and spoke while avoiding his scorching gaze. ”Come on. Let's pack the blanket and get the target out of here. You got my back, right?”

Haru smiled with eyes full of expectation. ”Always.”

Just as Tiffany's bodyguard stood up, Haru approached him and swiftly hit few pressure points, making him unable to move. The man plopped back in his seat, unsure what happened… why can't he move or talk?