Page 32 of The Sheik's Embrace

Was he trying to soothe or entice her? Tara wasn’t sure, but she knew that his touch felt good. Very good!

“When you touch me…,” she whispered, resting her hands lightly on his biceps as she savored the sensation of his hands moving over her back.

“What happens when I touch you, Tara?” he whispered as if he were telling her a secret. His lips were very close to her ears and she gasped when he nipped at the too-sensitive shell of her ear.

“You make…” she couldn’t finish her explanation because his mouth had moved down to her neck. Tara moaned, leaning her head back to give him better access. Closing her eyes, she tried to remember the question.

“What do you feel when I do this?” he asked, scraping his teeth against her neck, then sucking lightly on the spot.

“Good!” she hissed, tilting her head again. Unconsciously, her hands moved along his arms, exploring the ridges and bulges of his arms through his shirt.

“You like that?”

“Yes!” Her hands moved higher, wanting to feel the heat of his bare skin. She was suddenly conscious of that part of him against her stomach and she pulled back. With curiosity, she looked down at his erection pressing against the charcoal colored slacks he wore. It was intriguing, but she blushed, realizing what that erection was all about.

“You can touch it, Tara,” he groaned, waiting patiently for her to do something.

She lifted her eyes up to his, curious and horrified at the same time. “I couldn’t!” she replied, pulling back further.

Zayed laughed softly and his arms gently pulled her back. But he took one of her hands and guided her fingers towards his erection. “You can. I want you to feel free to touch all of me.”

At first, Tara kept her fingers straight out, not sure how to touch him. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispered, still staring down at her hand as he pressed her palm against his throbbing hardness.

“The only way this could hurt is if you stopped,” he told her, his voice rough now. They both watched as her fingers slowly explored, her palm pressing lightly. Then she allowed her fingers to wrap around the length, but his slacks stopped her from exploring properly.

Quickly, he took her hand away, but he laced his fingers with hers. “Let’s do this in private.” He led her into a large bedroom with an enormous bed. Zayed dropped her hand and stepped back, quickly stripping off his shirt.

“What are you doing?’ she gasped, but couldn’t stop from staring as every inch of skin, muscle and sinew was exposed.

“I’m letting you see all of me, Tara.” He leaned forward and gave her a kiss, a brush of his lips that lingered, gently coaxing a reaction from her. When her mouth opened just like last night, her tongue tentatively brushing against his, he groaned. But then she stepped closer, her hands touching his bare skin and he had to control himself, to stop his hands from pressing her back against the mattress.

Take it slow, he reminded himself. Slow and easy. Don’t scare her. This was her first time and he had to show her that sex could be wonderful. He knew that a woman’s first time wasn’t always magical, but for Tara, he wanted it to be as close as possible.

“Touch me anywhere that sparks your curiosity, Tara,” he encouraged, then kissed her again.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t prepared for her delicate fingers to unzip his slacks. Her fumbling was so damn arousing that he almost roared with the lust her touch unleashed in him. Clenching his teeth, he pulled back, watching as she shoved the pants away and released his erection.

Not good enough, he thought and shoved his slacks and the boxers down, then stepped out of his clothing. When he stood up, Zayed was completely naked, standing before her and waiting for whatever interested her.

Those pretty fingers curled around his shaft, stroking, exploring, and driving him wild with her tentative brushes. Tara’s fingers had magic in them, every touch of her fingertips was intoxicating!

“Tara!” he groaned, leaning his forehead against hers. “I need to see you. Will you let me?”

She hesitated for barely a moment before nodding her head. Then she stepped back, her jaw clenching as if she were preparing herself for a firing squad.

“You’ve enjoyed everything we’ve done so far, right?” he asked, sliding his hands around her waist.

“Yes,” she admitted freely. “It’s been…better than I’d anticipated.”

“What were you preparing for a moment ago?”

“Pain,” she admitted without hesitation. “The women used to gossip about how much they hated doing…this.”

“Sex, Tara.” He lifted her fingers to his lips, nipping on the palm of her hand. “Say it.”

“No!” she blurted out, then laughed nervously.

“By the end of this night, you’re going to say the words.”

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