Page 31 of Her Older Sheikh

"Aren't sheikhs supposed to marry...lady sheikhs?"

He chokes.

"Did I say it wrong? Is it sheikhess? Sheikhueen? Maybe Sheikhina like Shakira—-"

"Are you trying to make me laugh?"

I grin, and he groans.

"Damn you."

He's saying those wordsthatway again, and the sound tugs painfully at my heartstrings.

"I thought the truth would make you..."

"Angry?"

"And hurt," he says grimly.

"Why should it?"

"Because I lied to you."

A rueful smile curves over my lips. "Let's put it this way. I'm just glad that you only lied about being a prince, rather than me finding out you're only with me because of my grandfather's money."

I'm hoping those words are enough to clear things up, but Rashad's expression remains strained.

"Stop being a worrywart," I chide him teasingly. "Can't we just kiss and make up, please?"

I only mean it as a joke, but when his gaze goes straight to my lips, sexual tension erupts in the room, and I can barely breathe as Rashad slowly lets go of my hands.

His gaze holds me captive, and all I can do is tremble and ache as he joins me in the couch.

This man can have any girl he wants, but for some reason, it's me that he craves, me that his tiger-gold eyes are now busily devouring.

It'sthatsame look again in his eyes, and lust tickles down my spine as I find myself unable to resist asking—-

"Are you finally going to eat me?"

The desire in his eyes turns hotter and wilder, and it's all I can do not to moan as he traces my lips with his thumb.

His touch is fire, and I'm burning with need.

"You don't know how badly I want to kiss you."

He's growling like some beast in heat, and it has me begging him shamelessly.

"Then kiss me.Please."

"I can't."

Frustration fills me, and I don't bother hiding it. "Why?"

"Because when I do, it will leave your lips so damn swollen, and everyone who sees you will know exactly why that is...your grandfather included."

Oh.

He raises a brow. "But if that's okay with you—-"

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