Past...

Niyati was startled out of the light doze she had fallen into, in the chair, when she heard the loud moan from the bed. She threw the blanket aside and sat on the side of the bed when she saw Varun trash about in grips of a nightmare. It was obvious he was dreaming about the events of the night when she heard him call out his partner's name.

She glanced at the clock on the bedside and realized he had only been asleep for about an hour and she hated to wake him but not waking him from the nightmare would cause him more distress. She placed her hand on his arm and shook him gently, "Varun wake up." He didn't respond to the light shaking so she shook him harder, "Varun wake up!"

He woke up abruptly and looked around in confusion at first but when he saw Niyati sitting next to him, rubbing his arms gently then everything came back to him, the shooting, his partner's death and his reason for being in her bed instead of his own. He breathed deeply as her touch soothed him and made him feel warm again.

"Are you okay?" Niyati cupped his face and made him look at her. He was breathing hard and his skin felt clammy and cold at the same time.

Something inside of him shifted at the gentleness of her touch and the worry in her eyes for him. He didn't know what made him do what he did next but he could no longer resist the warmth of her touch, the care and compassion in her eyes and another feeling that he was not ready to acknowledge, even to himself.

He kissed her!

And just like that his world balanced again. He was no longer caught up in the memories of the past or the nightmare of the night. The heat of her touch and her response to the kiss he initiated replaced the cold that had seeped into his entire body by his partner's death.

Somewhere in the back of his mind warning bells were going off. He knew what he was doing was wrong on all counts but he couldn't stop. For the past three years he had kept a tight control on his attraction and desire for the woman in his arms but the emotional roller coaster of the night broke his control and he was no longer able to hold his feelings back.

Uncaring about the consequences or what the morning will bring, he tangled his fingers in her hair and brought her closer to him. Instead of pushing her out his arms he pulled her to lie next to him then rolled her over so that he was on top of her. He couldn't stop kissing her, couldn't stop the hunger raging through him.

After opening to her about his partner's death earlier and her quiet support of what he had been through, he wanted to take from her. Take and give her so much pleasure she couldn't see straight. He wanted to lose himself in her sweet body. Ever since his first encounter with her and their first kiss, he'd been fighting his feelings for her and he was tired of it. Tired of trying to pretend she hadn't gotten under his skin in the worst way.

She didn't attempt to stop what they were doing. No, instead she completely molded against him. She tightened her arms around him as he settled between her legs. What he wouldn't give to strip away the few barriers of clothing between them and sink deep inside her.

Even as his thoughts spiraled out of control somewhere at the back of his mind he knew that this had disaster written all over it. His emotions were high after the incident of the night and he wasn't thinking straight but with her writhing underneath his body, so willing, so pliant in his arms, the voice of reason in his head was silenced.

Just once he wanted to forget everything and live in the moment. He wanted to let go of his control and with this thought in his mind he quickly removed his damp t-shirt and threw it over his shoulder.

She spread her hands across his chest, slightly digging her nails into him when she reached his shoulders. The feel of her touching even that expanse of skin made him ache with need. He could only imagine what it would feel like to have her hands on other parts of his body.

Reaching between them he tugged at the hem of her soft nightshirt and pulled it over her head to throw it over his shoulder to join his t-shirt. He sucked in a quick breath as he got a first glimpse of her naked body. She was absolutely perfect. Just like he had known she would be. Small breasts, with perfect brown nipples, the soft kissable skin he wanted to rake his teeth and tongue over. More beautiful than he had imagined and dreamed about so many time in the past three years.

Her fingers tightened on his shoulders and he realized he had been staring too long. Without a pause, he dipped his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Using his teeth, he lightly tugged until the nub was rock hard and she was quietly moaning underneath him.

As he kissed his way towards her other breast, the sound of howling wind outside of her window made them both pause. Right now the voice of reason in back of his head was telling him to put brakes on. To stop this before things went too far and he fell for her even worse than he already had. Keeping his gaze on her bared breasts, he tried to pull back. To listen to that voice in his head but when she slid her fingers through his hair and tugged him toward her breast, he lost the battle.

From the moment Varun pulled her into his arms Niyati had lost all contact with sanity. This was everything she had hoped and dreamed of since the moment she knew she was in love with the brooding man. All she ever wanted was to belong to this man. She never thought that they would ever get to this point even after the promise of marriage to him. If this is what it took to tie him to her then she is more than willing to give herself to him and the world be damned.

No matter what tomorrow brings she would not regret this moment with him. This was her chance to show him how much she loved him and that she would always be there for him. All thoughts flew out her mind as he relived her and himself of all the barriers between them.

He kissed his way down her body and back up until she could take no more. Reaching for him, she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to her as he repositioned himself between her legs. As he pushed inside her tightness she let out a pent up breath she hadn't realized she had been holding.

Varun froze when he encountered the small barrier just as he entered her. He clenched his jaw to control his need, to push forward, as reality of what he is about to do came crashing down around him. But before he could pull back Niyati wrapped herself around him leaving no room for escape.

He tried once again to withdraw but she stopped him, "Don't, please, don't stop now."

Her pleading voice stopped him. He took her wrists, guiding them above her head and held them there in an immovable grasp. When she arched her back into him, he savored the feel of her breasts brushing against his chest.

Her eyes were heavy lidded, an expression of pure bliss on her face as he held her arms above her head and moved in and out of her body gently so he that he wouldn't hurt her. Only few inches separated their faces and he couldn't make himself do anything other than watch her reaction. Right then and there he decided to stop fighting his heart and gave into his desire for her. He took several deep breaths to slow things down and savor the precious gift she just gave him.

He wanted to prolong the moment and released her arms to caress her body and in turn let her explore him. He lifted up slightly to palm her right breast and squeezed gently while he ran his finger back and forth across her tight nipple. He bent his head and took the bud in his mouth making her gasp and tighten around him as he increased the rhythm of his thrust brining both of them to edge of release.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her body shook from the force of her climax. She moaned out his name and he covered her mouth with his as his own orgasm hit fast and hard. He trailed kissed down her jaw and throat then buried his face in her neck as they waited for their hearts to slow down to a normal beat.

It seemed like it was hours before he was able to roll with her in his arms. The last thing he heard her whisper was 'I love you' before giving into the need for sleep. But sleep eluded him as regrets and guilt started setting in. It would be hours before he would be able to detangle himself from her arms and leave her bed to face the day and the twists and turns his life was about to take.

Present..

Three days later Varun stood at the window of Niyati's office staring out at the gloomy weather outside. Forecast was calling for first snow of the season and it was making him restless.

"What are you thinking about?"

He turned and leaned against the window with his arms across his chest and tilted his head to the side. "They are predicting snow tonight."

Her eyes flickered away from him, which told him that the memories of the past were not too far from her mind either.

What he would give to change the past. He had guilt and regrets but his intentions had not been to abandon her after a passion filled night. He never thought that his actions would cause her the most pain.

On hand there had been the man who had done so much for him, his mentor, the least he could do for him was get him justice after his death and on the other hand there had been Niyati, the only woman he came close to loving beside his parents and his sister. He had been left with no choice but to let go of his budding feelings for her.

"You used to love the snow," he said when she didn't respond to his comment.

She finally placed the papers she was studying down on her desk and turned towards him fully and leaned against her desk with arms across her chest, "I used to love lot of things. Where are we going with this?"

Finally a response!

For the past three days she had avoided long conversations with him. All his effort to talk to her had been evaded. Even now her stance told him to back off but he was tired of waiting to clear the air between them. He is determined to talk to her today about that night and what happened afterwards.

Before he could take a step towards her, the door to her office slammed back.

A/N: Hello everyone! Hope you like this update, this one was hardest to write and I hope it is well received.