Page 32 of Her Irresistible Sheik
Awkwardly, Nahla cleared her throat and gestured to the laptop.“Now I’ll download the shots and edit.”
“That’s where the magic happens, isn’t it?”
She shrugged, brushing a lock of hair off her cheek.“Some of it.Hopefully the shots are good to begin with.Lighting, angle, emotion…those matter too.”
He didn’t say anything right away.When she looked back at him, she found his gaze locked on her—dark and focused, like he was seeing her in a way no one ever had.
“Your talent is impressive, Nahla,” he said simply.No flourish.No exaggeration.
And yet, her chest ached with how much that single sentence meant.
“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.
Then her eyes drifted—just a little—to his mouth.It wasn’t intentional.But it was inevitable.
She’d spent a year wondering about that mouth.Hating it.Craving it.And now…now that she’d seen the man behind it, the contradictions and complications…
She was still wondering.
Before she could tear her gaze away, she felt his hand at the back of her head—gentle, firm, warm.Her eyes snapped up to his, and her breath caught.
There it was.The heat.The hunger.
He wanted to kiss her.And God help her, she wanted that too.
When his hand guided her closer, Nahla let herself be drawn in—helpless against the magnetic pull.
But he stopped.
A breath away.
Her lips tingled, waiting.Every nerve in her body stood on edge, humming with anticipation.Was he going to stop?Was he teasing her?
Then he didn’t stop.
His hand shifted slightly, urging her forward again—and she went willingly, heart hammering in her chest.
She’d expected something sweet.Tentative.Maybe just a brush of lips.
But Mikail didn’t do anything halfway.
His kiss was hungry and unrelenting.Firm.Unapologetic.A slow claiming that made her knees weak.
When she hesitated, stunned by the sudden heat of his mouth, he nipped gently at her lower lip.She gasped in surprise—then his tongue slid past her defenses.The touch was soft, sensual, devastating.
For a split second, she pulled back, staring up at him with wide, stunned eyes.Had she imagined that rush of sensation?
No.
She leaned back in, seeking him this time.Needing more.
And he gave it.
The kiss deepened.It wasn’t gentle—it was consuming.Her fingers curled into his shirt.Her heart raced.She wanted more, closer, deeper—
Abruptly, he pulled back.
Not all the way.
