Page 48 of Prince of Her Heart
But he wouldshowher.Every touch.Every kiss.
He’d make her feel it.
Chapter 22
Tabitha slipped back into the SUV, and before the door had even latched, Ramzi pulled her onto his lap.
“What did you tell them?”he asked, voice low and gravel-edged.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers weaving into his hair as she leaned in close.“I told them I’m twenty-eight years old and fully capable of making my own decisions.”
His eyes searched hers.“Your mother didn’t seem to agree.”
Tabitha sighed, pressing her lips against the warm skin of his neck.Then, with a wicked gleam in her eye, she nipped his earlobe.“Don’t worry about my mother,” she whispered.“You should be worrying aboutme.”
To make her point crystal clear, she rolled her hips against the hard ridge of his arousal.The groan that escaped him was everything.
Power surged through her, delicious and dangerous.She did it again—slow, deliberate.
By the time the SUV rolled to a stop in front of the bed and breakfast, she was aching for him, her pulse thundering in her ears.
“Upstairs,” he growled.“Now.”
She might’ve laughed at the urgency in his tone—if she hadn’t felt exactly the same.As soon as the door opened, she bolted out, taking the steps two at a time.She didn’t care if Ms.Weatherby saw.Didn’t care if half the town was watching from their windows with binoculars and whispered prayers.
Let them talk.
The moment the bedroom door shut behind them, Ramzi backed her against the wall, his hands already on her, hungry and demanding.
Tabitha responded just as fiercely, pressing her body to his, her hands dragging his shirt free from his waistband.
He lifted her in one swift, fluid motion, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, breath catching at the feel of his strength.
She realized quickly—this was no longer her game to control.
And she didn’t care one bit.
Suddenly, Tabitha felt the soft mattress pressing against her back.Then he was gone.She whimpered, looking up at him, staring with awe as he pulled the shirt over his head, revealing those impressive muscles.Muscles that she wanted to explore and taste.She started to sit up, but Ramzi shook his head.“No,” he growled and pulled her ankles, knocking her onto her back again.Then he pulled the zipper down on her jeans and tugged them off.He hooked his fingers through her black panties and dragged them down her legs, caressing her thighs as he went.
“Perfect,” he said, his thumbs tracing circles very close to her aching, throbbing core.Then he spread her legs, his eyes never leaving her body.“Even more perfect.”
Without warning, his thumb slid over her pink folds, teasing her, gently opening her wider.That magical thumb teased her nub, but didn’t give her enough.Not even close!In fact, his thumb slid away.Then one of his fingers moved into her heat, sliding smoothly in and out, teasing but again, not enough.
Out of frustration, she pressed her hand down over his, showing him what she needed.
“No, this is going to take all night,habibi,” he warned, then took her hand and firmly pressed it against the mattress over her head.“Stay.”
“I’m not a dog,” she hissed, fighting to reclaim her wrist.
“I’m well aware of that,” he said with a chuckle.“You’remine.”And then he leaned forward and kissed her deeply, his fingers sliding in and out of her heat, teasing that nub over and over again while she writhed underneath him.He must have sensed that she was about to climax because he pulled away, straightening and smiling at her growl of frustration.Ramzi grinned knowingly as he stripped his jeans off, tossing them away.Standing up, fully naked now, he pulled at her hands.
“I want to see every inch of you.”He pulled her t-shirt over her head and threw it aside.Next was her bra.“Perfect,” he announced, coming back to her and kissing her.
When he covered her this time, Tabitha was already reaching for the condom she’d seen on the bedside table.She tore it open, but he pressed her hands over her head again.“Not yet,” he said and his mouth covered one of her nipples, sucking and teasing, flicking his tongue against the tip while Tabitha tried not to scream.
“I can’t wait until I get you somewhere you don’t have to be quiet,” he growled, then moved to her other nipple, teasing it until she whimpered, covering her mouth with one hand.
But he wasn’t done yet.He moved down her body, kissing and tasting every spot, knowing where she was ticklish, what turned her on, and how to make her laugh or groan.Finally, he reached his goal, blowing lightly on her glistening, pink folds.
