Page 47 of Her Irresistible Sheik
Of course, those jeans had to go.He wanted no obstacles between them.
“Nahla,” he groaned, and she was already pushing those jeans down her hips, catching her panties with those talented fingers as well.He stared, stunned by how beautiful she was.Absolute perfection!
“Mikail,” she whispered, biting her lip.He was momentarily distracted by her pretty white teeth or he would have seen where those magical fingers went next.It was quite a shock to feel her fingers on the waistband of his slacks.He started to grab her hands, but the wounded look in her eyes stopped him.“You don’t want this?”
“More than anything,” he hissed, his stomach muscles tightening as he braced for those fingers to touch him.And yes, she ensured that her fingers touched all of him as she released the button on his slacks, then tugged the zipper down.But it was too much, feeling her sweet fingers on him.He had to push her hands away and finish the task on his own.Then he paused to wonder if his staff had provided protection.
“I’m on birth control,” she told him, obviously noticing where his mind was going.
He froze, looking down at her.“Why?”he asked.“Are you seeing someone?”
She shook her head.“No, Mikail,” she told him and pressed a kiss to the middle of his chest.She tugged her hands free.“In fact, my father was trying to set me up with men a while ago.”She smiled.“But I met a grumpy, annoyingly handsome man a year ago and no other man has interested me since.”
For a brief moment, Mikail had murderous thoughts about this mysterious “grumpy, annoyingly handsome man”.But those startling blue eyes lifted higher, sparkling with amusement.A year ago…he’d seen her across a ballroom.Was he…?
Nahla rolled her eyes, digging her nails into his chest gently.“Yes, you idiot,” she whispered and kissed his chest again.“You’re the grumpy man from a year ago.”
He was?Why did she think he was grumpy?Had he ever said something to her that…?
Her fingers trailed lower, creating a trail of fire across his stomach and then…lower still.Dear heaven, her soft, delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him.His eyes drifted closed for a moment, but then realized he wanted to watch, to fully experience Nahla’s touch.His eyes opened and he looked down at her, seeing her blue eyes filled with need.
He pulled her hands away from his throbbing shaft as he pressed her back against the mattress.Pinning her hands above her head, Mikail kissed her deeply, and she moaned softly, melting against him.One of her silky thighs wrapped around his waist, creating a perfect space for his hips.
Mikail wanted to explore her, find more places on her body that would elicit those pretty sounds.Her neck was definitely an erogenous zone, and he enjoyed the sweet sighs she made when he teased her nipples.But what would happen as he explored lower?
Sliding further down her body, peppering her stomach with kisses, he felt her fingers dive in his hair as he breathed in the pure essence of Nahla.She was pink, lovely, and smelled like heaven!When he licked her, she squeaked and laughed.Hmmm…not exactly the reaction he was looking for.
So, he moved to a new place, rubbing his tongue over that nub.Her moan was perfect!So, he did it again.And again.Slowly, he flicked and teased, sliding one finger inside her, smiling as her body tightened around his digit in time with her moans.When he moved his tongue faster, he heard her breathing hitch in the back of her throat.More turned on than he’d ever been in his life, Mikail flicked faster, using his thumb in between his tongue’s efforts while his fingers thrust into her.
That was the trick, he realized when she arched her back, her hips rolling in time with his tongue’s movements.Over and over again, he stroked, flicked, and slid until…her hands dove into his hair again, holding his mouth in place while her body exploded with her first climax.
The sensation of her release was so hot, he couldn’t wait any longer.Bending over her, he gently, carefully, thrust into her.That must have stirred more sensations, because her hands tightened on his shoulders, her body so wet and hot around his shaft, he couldn’t think, only feel.He thrust into her heat and her hips lifted, matching his thrusts.He couldn’t hold back.
As she screamed his name, her nails digging into his back, Mikail lost himself within her.He sped up, releasing everything into her as he held her tightly.His orgasm, when it came, was the most explosive of his life.
Afterwards, he pulled her close, cradling Nahla and stroking her back as they drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 27
“Where the hell is she?”Clyde roared, slamming the tablet onto the rusted, metal table, the screen cracking in the corner.The grainy satellite images blurred, but he didn’t care.He shoved the useless thing aside and glared at the wall as if it had personally betrayed him.
He was losing his edge.
No.That wasn’t true.He refused to believe it.He was the best in the business—or he had been beforeshecame along.
That prissy little princess with her curls and her smug smile had cost him more than just a job.She’d cost him hisdignity.
His contacts inside the palace had vanished.Poof.Gone.Not a single whisper from the usual barflies who once laughed at his jokes and soaked up his free drinks.Now they were ghosts.No return calls, no texts, no shadows slipping onto the usual stools at the hangouts the palace staff frequented.The cowards had cut ties—probably under palace orders—and left him in the cold.
He gritted his teeth—and winced.The gap where his molar used to be flared with a jolt of pain.
“Damn her,” he snarled, pressing a knuckle to his temple.
He couldn’t sit without feeling like someone had jammed a hot poker into his left ass cheek.Sleep was a joke.Every turn, every twist in the night brought a fresh jolt of agony—his broken thumb bumping against the mattress, the throb in his cheek, the nagging sting from the hole in his jaw where the tooth had been knocked out.
Clyde slammed his fist down again, this time rattling the half-empty wine bottle.No onemade Clyde panic.He was a predator, a ghost, a name whispered in fear.And yet, here he was—hiding in a filthy warehouse with gauze taped to his ass, sipping overpriced wine like some moody recluse while the woman who had humiliated him pranced around somewhere, probably laughing at him.
That thought boiled his blood.
