Page 18 of The Sheikh’s Christmas Present

“What made you think I was wearing anything under my clothes that day?”

“Why, you little tease.” Pulling the fabric aside, he slid one finger inside her. Her head dropped back, and her lips parted in pleasure. Unable to help himself, he leaned over and suckled on the curve of her neck.

“If you like this, imagine what it will feel like when I’m inside you,” he whispered.

“Jarik,” she whimpered.

“More?” When she nodded, he slid another finger inside her. She was soaking wet, and when her muscles clenched around him, he had to stop for a minute and try to regain control over himself. He knew that he could free his cock and slide inside her, and she wouldn’t stop him.

He also knew that she would probably hate herself in the morning.

Instead, he gave her the release she seemed to need so desperately. Stroking her faster and deeper, he let her moans guide him. In a matter of minutes, he’d learned how to curve his fingers and where to apply pressure to get the best response. Just before he pushed her over the edge, he pulled his fingers out.

“No,” she cried out, but he wasn’t finished. Gripping the hem of her shirt, he pulled it up and off her. She stared at him, breathing hard, and reached behind to undo her bra. Seeing her glorious breasts swing free was almost his undoing.

“You are so perfect,” he whispered. Skimming his fingers, still drenched in her juices, over the swell of her breasts, he leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth.

As she tangled her fingers in his hair, she pulled him harder against her. “Yes,” she muttered. “Please.”

He rolled her sensitive nipple around his tongue and bit her gently. Reaching down, he plunged his fingers inside her. She sounded almost strangled as she screamed and dug her nails into his back.

“Come, habibti,” he murmured. “Let go for me. Fall apart. Just this once.”

“Yes,” she cried out. “This…I…”

Pressing his thumb against her clitoris, he curled his fingers over that sweet spot and grunted when her whole body shook with her orgasm. Despite how vocal she’d been earlier, she came almost silently.

“That’s it.” He held her up and kissed her gently. “God, that was beautiful.”

Opening her eyes, she shook her head. “That was unexpected.”

“Not for me. I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I laid eyes on you. Ready to go to bed?”

“Bed?” Her whole body stiffened in a panic, and he tried to soothe her.

“To sleep, Maria. Just to sleep.”

“What about you?”

“It’s a big bed. I think we’ll both fit,” he said with a smile.

She sighed. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I promise that it’s only to sleep.” Jarik kissed the top of her head. “I won’t take you until you’re ready.”

“‘Until’? Pretty cocky aren’t you.”

“Confident.” He gripped her hips and slid her off the dresser. He only meant to set her easily on the floor, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed against his erection. “Woman. That is not helping.”

She laughed, and he carried her to the bed. When they both tumbled onto the mattress, he settled his weight on top of her. Quickly, her laughter fell silent, and she stared at him questioningly.

“As much as I want you, I need you to be sure.” He kissed her gently and rolled them to the side. “I’m going to clean up. I’ll be right back.”

“I can sleep on the couch again,” she said nervously. He couldn’t resist running his thumb over her nipple and watching it tighten again. He could spend all night touching her, teasing her.

Licking her.

It was tempting to bury his head between her legs and lap at her hot center until she fell apart again, but he needed a little space. It was already hard enough for him to maintain his control.

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