Page 26 of The Sheik's Kiss

“I need to touch you as well,” she told him, her hands smoothing up over his shirt covered chest. “Will you…get rid of this for me?”

In a flash, his shirt was gone and he reached down for his belt buckle. Within moments, his slacks were gone and she stared at him, her mind fuzzy from lust and amazed at the powerful muscles that had been barely hidden by his clothing.

“Wow!” she whispered, letting her finger trail down over his chest, watching as the muscles jumped as she touched him. “You’re beautiful.”

He groaned, pressing her hand against his skin. “I love having you touch me, Mandy, but right now, I can’t take too much of it.”

His words made her grin as she leaned forward, pressing a kiss against his chest.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he warned, as he pulled her tee shirt and camisole up and over her head.When she was completely naked, he pressed her back, looking at her.“I think you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen,” he told her.Blushing slightly under his intense gaze, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement flood through her. His fingers traced the curves of her body, sending shivers down her spine. She watched as his eyes darkened with hunger, and she knew what was coming next.

Zahir leaned down and captured her lips in a fiery kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. She moaned softly, her body already quivering with anticipation. He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping gently at her skin until she moaned. She gasped as his hands found her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were hard and erect.

With a sudden burst of passion, he flipped them over so he was on his back, and she was straddling him. She looked down at him with a smirk, and he raised an eyebrow. Mandy sat on top of him, his erection throbbing against her core. She sat up and pulled her hair back, arching her back. He moaned and thrust his hips upwards, his erection rubbing against her throbbing center. He gripped her hips, and he flipped them back over so that he was on top again. He leaned up on his elbows and gazed into her eyes.

“Somehow, I knew this was going to happen.”She breathed, reaching down and stroking the length of him. He pulled her legs up, positioning himself between her thighs. Her body was already aching for him, begging him to take her. He pressed his hips against hers, rubbing his erection against her as he leaned in and kissed her deeply.

His hand trailed down her body, cupping her heat and rubbing that sensitive nub. She arched against him, her body growing wetter by the moment. Her breath caught in her throat as he parted her and thrust inside of her. She moaned loudly, digging her nails into his shoulders as he moved within her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pounded into her until Mandy cried out, gripping his shoulders as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Clinging to him, she was only vaguely aware of him finding his own climax, but she couldn’t form enough of a thought to question him.

Moments later, he collapsed down on top of her, then pulled her into his arms as he moved to his side, holding her close.

As soon as they had their breathing back to normal, Mandy looked up at him. Their eyes locked and…the storm started all over again. Slower this time, but with a bit more intensity. They made love for hours, exploring each other all night long. When the sun began to rise over the horizon, he pulled her into his arms and held her tight.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered into her hair. She smiled.

“So are you.”

She heard him chuckle and blushed. "You're beautiful," he told her and kissed her bare shoulder.

With a sigh, she snuggled closer, spooning her body against his. Mandy felt him kiss the top of her head and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. Moments later, she was sound asleep.

Chapter 8

Mandy rolled over, opening her eyes as her brain slowly came to life. The sun shone brilliantly through the window, but there was something wrong.

Looking over her shoulder, she realized that she was in Zahir's bed.

She sat up with a gasp and looked around, holding the sheet to cover her nakedness. That's when the memories of the night before came flooding back to her.

"What have I done?" she whispered, pushing her tangled hair out of her eyes. Mandy's heart was pounding against her ribs as she remembered the events of the night before. She remembered walking into the kitchen and smiled, remembering Zahir…he’d been making bread! Bread of all things!

She glanced around the room, noticing for the first time the expensive decor and the stunning view of the city skyline. Zahir was nowhere to be seen, and Mandy wondered if he was even in the suite.

Slowly, Mandy climbed out of the enormous, silk-covered bed, feeling vulnerable and exposed. Her clothes were scattered across the floor, and she hastily pulled them on, still disoriented, but somehow happier than she’d been in a long, long time!

As she made her way toward the door, she heard a noise coming from the living room. Her heart skipped a beat as she wondered if it was Zahir. But when she peeked around the corner, she saw a tall, unfamiliar man standing in front of the window, gazing out at the city.

Mandy froze, unsure of what to do. She wanted to get out of here, to get back to the safety of her own suite. But how could she escape without being noticed by Zahir's bodyguards?

She watched the man for another moment, trying to place him. Was he one of Zahir's guards? Or maybe just a friend? Finally, she slowly stepped forward, making her presence known.

At the sound of the bedroom door closing behind her, the man turned around, his gaze sweeping over her before he spoke.

"Good morning, Ms. Sullivan. Can I help you with something?"

Mandy shook her head, feeling embarrassed. "I'm just trying to find my way out. I don't want to cause any trouble."

The man's expression softened, and he gestured toward the door. "Zahir isn't here at the moment, but I can escort you out if you'd like."

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