Page 32 of The Sheik's Kiss

“I understand,” he replied. “Would it help you to know that right now, at this very moment, I have one of the most painful erections I’ve ever experienced?”

Startled, she looked up at him. “You…do?”

He nodded, then took another spoonful of the soup. “And it’s only getting more painful when you blush like that because I know that you’re thinking about what I just did to you.”

“I’m not!” she gasped, then pulled back slightly. “I’m just…well, yes, I’m thinking about it, but not in the way that you’re imagining.”

Zahir shrugged. “It doesn’t matter how you’re thinking about it, I want to do it again. And again. And I want to be buried deep inside of your body when you climax for a fourth time. I want to feel every part of your body quake while I’m inside you and feel your climax clench around my shaft.”

“Stop it!” she hissed, turning to look around and reassure herself that the room was otherwise empty.

His response was an unrepentant grin, and his eyes dropped to her breasts. “Tonight, I want you naked and I will be much more thorough.”

Mandy stared at him, remembering how thorough he’d been when he’d been kneeling on the floor in front of her, licking her, sucking on her body, and making her gasp with pleasure. More thorough? Mandy wasn’t sure if she would survive it!

“Eat your dinner, Mandy,” he urged. “You’re going to need your strength.”

He continued with the soup course, but Mandy could barely get two sips of the delicious soup down. She couldn’t stop wondering HOW he planned to be more thorough.

The soup was taken away, replaced with a salad that looked beautiful. Zahir’s chef was masterful at both presentation and an interesting mix of flavors. But again, Mandy couldn’t do justice to the man’s efforts.

Finally, Zahir sighed and stood up. “We need to speak in private,” he told her. When the next servant stepped into the dining room, Zahir said, “Apologize to Henri and ask him to keep our meal warm. We’ll finish dining later.”

And then he took Mandy’s hand, gently tugging her from her chair. Thankfully, his apartment was close to the dining room so they didn’t have a long walk. Mandy knew that she was about to melt into a puddle of lust.

Still, as soon as they were in his private suite, she stepped away from him, needing space and time to recover from….well, everything!

“Zahir, I don’t think–”

“I think you’ve done enough thinking,” he interrupted. “I think that I should slowly strip your clothes off and explain my intentions to you as I do.”

She stepped back, her eyes staring into his. “We should talk.”

“Good. We’ll talk. Later,” he promised, walking towards her, his intentions clear in his eyes.

“We should talk now,” she insisted, lifting her hands up to him.

He took her right hand in his, lifting her fingers to his mouth. When he sucked on her finger, her knees almost gave out. “Zahir!” she gasped, closing her eyes as the heat coming from his mouth shot a bolt of lust right to her core.

“I thought we were going to talk!” she gasped, then moved closer as he took another finger into his mouth, doing the same and the result was just as intense.

“We will talk,” he promised, leaning in to kiss her. This kiss was sensual, amazing and intoxicating. When she realized what he was doing, her hands found his shoulders and Mandy pulled him closer, needing the connection.

“I need you now, Mandy,” he hissed, backing her up.

She felt something against the back of her legs, but was too intent on unbuttoning his dress shirt to pay attention. “Yes,” she replied, exposing his tanned skin. She kissed him there, lightly exploring the ridges and angles of his chest with her lips and tongue. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more. So much more!

Suddenly, she was falling backwards. Clinging to Zahir, she looked around, then realized that the sofa was right behind her. Still holding onto his shoulders, she let him lower her onto the cushions and her arms and legs wrapped around his neck and waist. She pushed his shirt off of his shoulder, needing to touch more of his bare skin.

“You’re so raw!” she whispered, feeling his erection press against her core. “So much!”

“You have no idea,” he muttered against her neck, kissing, nipping, and teasing the sensitive skin.

Moments later, he pulled away, but only long enough to get her naked. When he started to come back down to her, she stopped him with a hand to his chest. “Take off your clothes first,” she ordered.

Zahir might have smiled at her command, but he wasn’t sure. He needed to be close to her and yes, being naked would definitely help. He heard something rip, but wasn’t sure what he’d torn in his effort to get rid of every obstacle to being close to his woman.

When he’d finally divested himself of his clothing, he returned to her, focusing on her breasts as he settled on top of her. This time, he didn’t need to pull her legs apart. Instead, she opened for him and he growled with appreciation. He wanted nothing between them, not even inhibitions. Not tonight. He had plans tonight, but those plans started with driving her so wild for him, she would tell him exactly what he needed to hear.

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