Page 26 of The Sheikh's Fake Fiancée

“Does it?” he said huskily. He prowled closer, “You know, we don’t need a bed to enjoy one another’s bodies.”

Alarm rose sharply alongside desire, her voice pitching in a higher note. “Someone could walk in on us.”

“The door is shut. No one would dare disturb us in here.”

Her nipples grew tight against her bikini top, and he lifted a hand to brush his thumb along first one, then the other. Tingles lit up her nerve endings and she lost her ability to stay afloat as she groaned, then coughed and spluttered underwater before Kain drew her up against his chest, his feet touching the bottom and his head easily clearing the water.

“Did something distract you?” he asked idly, but with a whole lot of heat in his gaze.

She splashed water at him, but the attempt was half-hearted at best. “You’re not that good!” she said hotly.

“Aren’t I?” he asked, his eyes flashing with challenge. “Let’s just see about that?”

Before she had a chance to reject him, he lifted her higher against him, her breasts mashing against his chest while his mouth plundered hers. His big hands massaged her ass as he held her aloft, his tongue dipping into her opened mouth to tangle with hers, tasting and exploring.

She was only half-aware of him surging through the water toward the shallow end. She was too lost in his kiss, too caught up in the feel of his hands touching her body, of the heat generated between them.

Then the side of the pool pressed against her back, his arousal pressing against her front. He sat her on the pool’s edge and proceeded to undo her top with practiced ease, tossing it aside to gaze at her breasts. “Exquisite,” he growled.

He leaned forward, flicking one nipple with his tongue then sucking the tip of her breast. She closed her eyes and leaned back on her hands, her head lolling as sensation sparkled through her like electricity. When he focused on her other breast next, she was nothing short of a formation of jumpstarted, exposed nerves.

“So damn beautiful,” he said hoarsely. “I want to taste more of you.”

Her eyes flipped back open when he moved his hands to her hips, using his fingers then to nudge under the elastic of her bikini bottom before he began to pull the scant, triangular piece of fabric down. Though her mind screamedno,it was automatic to lift her ass to support him in his quest to strip her, the air cooling her overheated, exposed skin.

“Lie back,” he commanded. “I want to pleasure you.”

She couldn’t say no. She was lost to him and to the sensations he was creating. She did as he asked, the pebbled surface grazing her back a little. Not that she cared, she was a puppet and he was her master.

“Bend your legs for me,” he added hoarsely. “Now spread them apart.”

There was no room for doubts in her mind, only pleasure. His first lick scraped around the outside of her clit, and she moaned with barely suppressed agitation. He went the opposite way next, the anti-clockwise motion causing her hips to buck. She needed less teasing and more stimulation.

“Greedy little minx,” he said in amused voice. Then he centered right on her core and lapped at the quivering mass of nerves, taking her straight to heaven.

She was still shuddering when he flipped her around and positioned himself directly behind her drenched pussy, then pushed in all the way with a feral grunt that resonated deep within.

Holy crap!Pleasure mingled with pain as he filled her perfectly. Then water slapped and sloshed as he rocked inside her, the friction creating a heat that was already building into a furnace inside her. That he wasn’t being gentle was a turn-on all of its own, his pistoning hips pushing her right back to nirvana again.

Then he reached for her sensitive, swollen nub and whatever thread that was connected to Earth, suddenly snapped, releasing her in a rush. She was flying and floating, bliss overcoming her for long minutes until Kain emptied his seed inside her, bringing her back to Earth in a hurry.

Shit.What had she been thinking? Had she been thinking at all? Clearly not. She was carrying someone else’s child and succumbing to sex with Kain.

Again.

When he finally disconnected, he reached for her and carefully lifted her against him, then carried her up the nearby steps and to where towels were folded inside some inbuilt shelving.

Placing her on her feet, he carefully dried every inch of her, ensuring she was dry before he picked up her robe and helped her into it. “Are you okay?” he asked.

She lifted her gaze to meet his. “I’m good,” she lied softly. She wasn’t about to tell him the truth. At least, not here, not now. She lifted her arms and pulled back her sleeves. “Well, apart from my grazed elbows.”

He frowned. “I’ll take you to my physician and have him look at them.”

She sucked in a breath. “Don’t be silly. It’s nothing, really, just a little friction burn.” The last thing she wanted was to see his doctor yet again and for him to mention her being back again so soon.

No, thank you.

“I get it,” he said with a wry smile. “You don’t want my doctor to know what we’ve been doing.” He chuckled darkly, using the same towel to dry himself off. “Though I’m sure everyone knows what goes on behind our closed doors.”

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