Page 54 of The Sheikh's Desert Princess

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Eva watched Riaz drop the heavy flap of the tent entrance closed behind him and felt a sudden calm descend upon the interior of the tent.

She stood a few feet away from Riaz and peered at him as he moved steadily toward her. He moved with cat-like grace. His brows were furrowed and, in the soft light of the interior, Eva could see the same hunger for her on his features that she'd seen minutes before down at the pool.

Riaz paused before her, still draped in his white robe. His gaze ran down the length of her body. She was still dressed in her bra and panties, having discarded her other clothing upon entering the tent.

Now they were completely alone, she told herself. What he'd told her down at the pool had turned out to be true. The encampment was completely deserted. As she'd come back into the camp she'd seen no sign of anyone.

It was only herself and Riaz.

Eva drew in a deep breath. Her heart was pounding, her pulse racing furiously. Her skin was cooler here in the tent, but it was a relief to be out of the heat of the midday sun. Maybe she was about to experience a completely different kind of heat, she told herself, as she watched Riaz begin to peel off his robe.

She tried to swallow, but couldn't. She felt her face flush as she watched him, saw the casual and slow way he was loosening his robe. She knew what was beneath that robe.

Images of his naked body invaded her mind, but she found herself unable to move. The truth was she didn't want to move a muscle as her eyes drank in the sight of Riaz finally peeling away the robe.

When he cast it down onto the carpet she finally felt herself flush with sudden heat.

Once again he was naked, as aroused as he'd been a few minutes before. She could hardly move a muscle.

Her gaze drifted down the length of his body. She felt like she was consuming the sight of him. His body was awe-inspiring, smoothly sculpted muscles, broad chest, wide shoulders.

Eva saw just how strong and firm was his desire for her. Heat flooded her at the sight of that.

He came to her and took her in his arms, pressing his powerful body against her. She felt the heat of his skin against her, felt every contour of his torso, the sheer strength of him as he embraced her.

His lips took possession of her, sending her back to that place again, her entire sense of herself swirling dizzily with reignited passion. His kiss this time had an insistent quality to it that had been somehow contained earlier.

Now that they were completely alone, she wondered if he would let loose his full passion. The prospect of that made her feel a sharp tingle of anticipation. She wondered what he would be like once that desire had been unleashed.

She took hold of the muscles at his powerful shoulders. Curling her fingers around them, she felt the muscles tighten as he embraced her. She could feel his need in that tightness.

His kiss was fervent, with a hint of restraint. But she knew that restraint wouldn't last long. Not now that they were alone. He leaned away from her, his gaze soft, but assured.

She felt him reach around and unfasten her bra. She shook it loose and his gaze dropped down to the sight of her breasts. She saw obvious appreciation in that gaze.

Eva gasped slightly when he lowered himself, his lips kissing her breasts. Then he sank down even further, now onto his knees, and she felt him hook his fingers around the top of her panties.

She looked down at him and he gazed back up at her. Her heart was thudding furiously as she held onto his shoulders. He tugged gently on her panties, sliding them down across her thighs, and pulled them down the length of her legs. She kicked the panties loose from her bare feet and away to one side.

Now she was naked. He remained on his knees, looking incredible. They were both utterly exposed to one another. It felt as if he was worshipping her, treating like something sacred.

She'd never felt like this before. Pleasure rippled through her as she nervously gazed down at him.

Eva saw Riaz's head lean forward. Then she felt him kiss her hips, gentle kisses that traced a line around her own contours.

She felt his hands at her hips, holding her gently. Eva closed her eyes for a few moments, savoring the sensation of this sheikh who merely wanted to worship her body. To give her pleasure.

He moved his head across her middle, his lips following a course around the area of her core. Nervous anticipation quivered through every nerve in her body.

She reached down and took gentle hold of his hair, feeling it soft between her fingers, eager to signal to him that she didn't want him to move his head away.

He lingered there for a long while, teasing her mercilessly with his lips, until she'd reached a point where impatience became an insistent force. Every one of her muscles quivered with anticipation.

He seemed to sense that impatience, because in the next few moments he started to stand, at the same time lifting Eva up into his arms.

She squealed involuntarily with delight. He held her in his arms, then twisted toward her and kissed her passionately. She wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders, savoring the kiss. His skin felt warm and slightly damp.

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