Page 29 of Hiding in the Sheik's Arms

“It’s not over, love,” he warned, sliding his hand down her back and outer thigh. “I think there’s a whole lot more to come.”

She laughed and he enjoyed that sound. But he wanted more. He preferred the moans and gasps of pleasure. Hearing her cry out his name as he gave her mind-boggling pleasure made his own head spin with desire. So that was his goal.

Tasha smiled up at him, shifting her body. He knew what she was doing, but he had other plans. Rolling over, he settled her so that she was straddling him again, but he shifted her lower, pressing her core against his shaft. “Show me what pleasures you, love,” he ordered, holding her hips so she was poised right above him.

“I…” she started to say, but stopped when he thrust his hips against hers. Her eyes widened and she braced her hands on his chest. But Tasha surprised him. Instead of shifting so that she could take him into her body, she looked at his chest, licking her lips as her fingers moved tentatively over his pectorals.

“I like this,” she whispered, her fingers trailing paths of fire in their wake.

“I like it too,” he told her, closing his eyes for just a moment. But then her fingers moved to his abdomen and they whipped open. He looked at her fingers, then nearly had a heart attack when her soft hands fitted around his shaft. Nothing in his entire life prepared him for the sensation of her fingers encircling his erection like this. “Tasha!” he hissed, groaning when her thumb circled the ridge. He felt as if every part of his body was poised to explode!

“It’s true,” she whispered, then scooted down a little, lowered her head and…took him in her mouth! Dear heaven, he knew he was going to die. But hell, what a way to go!

When her tongue flicked over his shaft and her hands cupped him lower, he could barely move. Then her mouth started shifting right along with that tongue movement and…!

Jackknifing straight up, Khal dislodged Tasha from her ministrations. For a moment, she yelped in protest, but before she could finish, or even start, her argument toward continuing, he had one of her legs over his arm and he thrust into her. That stopped her argument and he stilled, absorbing the sensation of being buried deep inside the woman he’d wanted for so long!

Looking down at her, Khal realized that she was silent as well, her head pulled back, her neck exposed as she clutched at his shoulders.

“Move!” she whispered, rolling her hips as she tried to get him to continue.

Khal grinned triumphantly, thoroughly enjoying this new side of Tasha. Hell, everything about Tasha was new and amazing. She was blossoming, showing different aspects of her personality that she’d kept hidden over the past year. And every revelation was fascinating!

“My little dictator,” he chuckled, wanting to grab her hands and pull them away from his body. They were tormenting him and he wanted this moment to last. He wasn’t sure if he would get a second chance with Tasha, so he needed to make this as good for her as possible.

Because Khal didn’t want justonenight with her. In a flash of clarity, he realized he wanted a lifetime with her. He wanted every night and day with her. He wanted to know her so intimately that he could almost read her thoughts.

Thinking of that possibility, he started thrusting, watching her features in an effort to know what she liked and what turned her on. Just like with his mouth and fingers, he shifted in various ways until he felt her nails dig into his skin. And that was all it took. He started moving exactly like that, bringing her pleasure higher and higher until…!

Chapter 24

Tasha screamed, her throat raw while she writhed with pleasure as wave after wave of happiness washed over her. She clung to Khal, unable to release him as the pleasure, so intense that she nearly passed out, poured over her. It was almost too much and she nearly begged him to stop, but then she felt him stiffen and tightened her inner muscles, wanting to please him as much as he had her.

A second later, he collapsed against her.

She breathed in, smelling the scent of the man. She thought about asking him to move off of her, not wanting to feel vulnerable. She remembered curling up into a ball in order to protect herself from Nathan’s fists and feet. For a brief moment, her fingers tightened on his shoulders, ready to push him away and scramble off the bed.

Then he moved, his breath tickling her neck. Khal wouldn’t hurt her. Just the opposite, she told herself. Khal had spent a great deal of time ensuring her pleasure. No man, ever, had taken that kind of time to pleasure her! Tasha sighed, her fingers relaxing. She closed her eyes, savoring his heaviness. The past…however long they’d been in this bed…had been beautiful. Tasha refused to tarnish this time with Khal with bad memories.

Never before had sex been like that. Khal had overwhelmed her. He’d seemed to know exactly where to touch, how long to touch her, and how to move inside of her.

Did he have some sort of magic in his fingertips? She snorted, then slapped a hand over her mouth as her mind wondered if his tongue was magic too.

That sound, as well as her movement, seemed to stir Khal back to the present. He grumbled as he lifted his head away from her, glowering down at her.

“Obviously, I didn’t do a good enough job pleasuring you if you’re laughing at me.” His body shifted to the side. Tasha gasped, feeling his shaft slide out of her.

“Ahhh…Tasha?” he growled, looking down at her legs.

She looked over at him, then all amusement left her. “What’s wrong?”

“I…forgot protection,” he admitted.

Tasha’s mind went blank for a moment. Then she realized what he was saying. “Oh…um…!” she thought, sputtering to try to force her brain to function. But her body was still humming with happiness. So, his words didn’t really make sense immediately.

His hand moved over her stomach and…! “Um…!” she gasped again, her brain kicking into gear as she finally understood what he meant. “Well…uh…,” she tried to think, to make sense of the issue. But his hand moved over her stomach, making logical thought difficult. His fingertips distracted her so she grabbed his wrist, but couldn’t seem to pull his hand away. She enjoyed his touch too much.

“When was your last period?” he asked without a trace of embarrassment.

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