Page 25 of The Sheik's Kiss

“Maybe I should tell you what I’m thinking about,” he commented, tilting his head as if contemplating her.

Mandy considered it, then shook her head. “I’m not sure anything good could come from you telling me what’s on your mind,” she told him firmly. She raised her hands, intending to push him away. But instead, her fingers lingered on his chest, not pushing in any way.

“Oh, I think something very good could come of my thoughts,” he promised, as he lowered his head.

Mandy was shocked when she felt his lips brush her neck. It was just a flutter of sensation at first, but when she gasped, he went back for more. And then he was sucking on her neck. The feeling was so intense, so wonderful, that she had to grip his shoulders to remain standing. Trying to hide her reaction to his touch was pointless and Mandy closed her eyes.

“See?” he whispered, nipping at her earlobe. “That was very good, wasn’t it?”

“Yes!” she replied back, her voice more breathless than she wanted it to sound.

“Do you want me to do that again?” Zahir didn’t wait for a reply. His lips were already brushing against the overly sensitive skin on her neck and it felt so good!

Then she felt his hands moving along her skin. Didn’t she have clothes on? Yes! Yes, she’d definitely gotten dressed before going for her walk. So how was it possible that his fingers were touching the bare skin along her back?

Zahir’s hands moved higher sliding against her ribs to cup her breasts. Camisole, he realized, pressing his fingers underneath the thin bit of elastic supporting her breasts. And then there was nothing but bountiful breasts and taunting nipples against his palm. Every sound she made created another jolt of lust that went straight to his groin.

“This isn’t the best place to be exploring for the first time,” he groaned, but before she could respond, he covered her mouth with his, kissing her and encouraging her to kiss him back. He felt her fingers against his shoulders, but he wanted those light touches against his bare skin.

Stepping back, he took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. “Let’s finish this conversation in private,” he ordered and tugged her along with him.

He knew that he had to hurry. The walk to his suite would remind her of all the reasons why she shouldn’t do this. But tonight, he didn’t want to restrain himself. He wanted her naked and writhing underneath him. He wanted to dismiss the other women who were coming to meet him and just announce to the world that he would marry Mandy. Hell, when he’d started this whole debacle, he hadn’t realized how slowly he’d have to take this seduction of his chosen bride.

Nor had he realized that there would be obstacles in his path. But he’d figure it all out. Never before had a challenge been more important to him.

“Where are we going?” Mandy called out.

Zahir slowed down, but realized that she looked nervous again. So instead of replying, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. His body guards turned away, but Zahir was still aware of how he needed to get her alone.

“This way,” he said when he straightened. His voice sounded raspy, but that was her fault as well. If she wasn’t so damned delectable, then he wouldn’t be in this kind of pain.

“I think we should talk about this here,” she told him, tugging against his hand.

Zahir paused and looked down at her. There was an intense level of satisfaction when he noticed her kiss-swollen lips and the way her nipples pressed against the thin material of her top.

“Okay, let’s have this discussion out here in the hallway.” He moved closer, but only touched her hands where their fingers were still laced together. “I want to make love to you, Mandy. I want to know every inch of your body in the most intimate way.” He leaned back slightly, looking her up and down. “I want to know what you sound like when you–”

He couldn’t finish that comment because she’d slapped a hand over his mouth, stopping the flow of words. But since her hand was there, he covered the back of her hand with his free one, pressing her fingers against his lips as he sucked one into his mouth. As a reward, she gasped, and didn’t pull her hand away. In fact, she moaned, closing her eyes and angling her head as if the pleasure was overwhelming.

“Still want to discuss this out here in the hallway?” he asked.

“No. Private!” she replied with an urgency that he’d never heard in her voice before.

“Good answer,” he replied, then led her into his private suite. When the door was safely closed, he scooped her up into his arms. “Now, where were we?” he asked, as he carried her into his bedroom. It took him only three strides to reach his bed where he lowered her onto the silky sheets. There, he tugged her leggings off, pausing to admire the small bit of lace that covered her private parts.

“I love the black lace,” he groaned, then kissed her stomach right above that scrap of material. He could smell her arousal and it drove him wild with need.

“Too much!” she whispered, rolling her hips slightly, as if calling to him.

Zahir answered the call! With enthusiasm. One of his fingers slid underneath the lace, teasing her velvety, wet folds. “You want me,” he groaned, watching her face. She was staring at him as well and he moved his finger deeper, exploring that wetness.

“Yes,” she replied. “More,” she begged, spreading her legs as if in a daze. Her hips lifted towards his seeking fingers. When his forefinger brushed against that nub, she cried out, then slapped her hand over his.

“Are you keeping my finger in place,” he teased, “or do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare stop!” she snapped, her hips shifting again. And again.

He nearly laughed out loud, delighted with her uninhibited response. “That’s hot, my dear, but,” he pulled his finger away. “I’m not ready to give you a climax just yet.” He pulled his hand away, ignoring her whimper of protest. He took her hands, pulling her upright. “I want you naked, eazizi.” And he tugged her tee-shirt up over her head, tossing it onto the floor.

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