The Sheik and the Bride Who Said No(Desert Rogues, Book 9)(26) by Susan Mallery
“Good to know, but I’m not that annoyed. Yet.”
He smiled. “How you continue to challenge me, but we both know who will be victorious in the end.”
“Exactly me.” He moved close and stared down at her. “Your surrender is at hand.
Do you not feel it?”
What she felt was a trickle of something that could very well have been anticipation slipping down her spine. Her skin got all hot and prickly and she had the incredibly irrational urge to throw herself into his arms and beg for a surrender of another kind. Or maybe that was the surrender he meant. In which case she was more than willing to be the one giving in.
“I’m not going to marry you,” she said.
He rested his hands on her shoulders. “You say the same thing over and over. It grows most tiresome.”
“That’s because you’re not listening. If you were, I’d stop having to say it.”
“How like a woman to make it the man’s fault.”
“How like a man to be stubborn and unreasonable.”
“I am very reasonable. Right now you want me, and I intend to let you have me.”
Before she could even gasp in outrage, he claimed her mouth with his. His firm, warm lips caressed her own until she felt compelled to wrap her arms around his neck and never let go. The outrage melted away.
He kissed her gently, teasing her with light brushes that made her nerve endings tingle. He stroked her lower lip with his tongue, but when she parted for him he nipped her instead of entering. He dropped his hands to her hips and drew her against him so that her belly pressed flat against his arousal.
The hardness there made her gasp, but again he chose not to take advantage of her invitation. Instead he kissed along her jaw and nibbled the sensitive skin under her ear. He made her squirm and gasp as need swept through her with the driving force of a sandstorm. He licked her earlobe, then traced a path down the side of her neck to the V of her shirt where he sucked gently on her skin.
She felt hot and uncomfortable, as if she’d been wound too tight. Her br**sts ached, her thighs trembled, and she really wanted the man to kiss her.
Unable to control herself any longer, she dropped her hands to his face and drew his head up.
“Now,” she said, her voice low and impatient.
“As you wish,” he murmured right before he claimed her mouth.
This time he did as she wanted. He swept inside with the purposeful intent of a man set on pleasing a woman. He circled her tongue with his own. He explored and danced and surged until she was breathless with wanting.
His hands moved from her hips to her back. One slipped around to her waist and she caught her breath in anticipation as he moved higher and higher. Closer until he at last cupped her breast in his long, lean fingers.
The pressure was unbearably perfect, she thought through a haze of desire. As his fingers brushed against her tight ni**les, she withdrew from the kiss so she could focus completely on his touch. Her breathing increased. She looped her arms around his neck and held on as her knees began to give way.
He brought up his other hand so he could cup both br**sts. The delicious torture make her shiver. He raised his head and looked into her eyes.
“You are more beautiful than the dawn,” he whispered. “I feel you respond to me.
Can you deny what you want?”
She shook her head.
At that moment she had the sense she could disappear into his dark eyes and that it wouldn’t be such a bad fate. Not if there were nights filled with this kind of attention. Not if he kept touching her.
She felt her body swelling in anticipation. Her panties dampened as flesh begged and wept for release.
He moved to the buttons on her shirt and quickly unfastened them. But he only went down to the waistband of her jeans and didn’t bother pulling the shirt free. Which meant when he tugged the garment down her shoulders, he pinned her arms at her side.
She knew she could free herself with a quick jerk against the fabric, but for the moment, she felt oddly trapped. As if she were at his mercy. As if he could take her against her will.
Crazy, she told herself. Yet…oddly erotic.
He moved to the hook between her br**sts and unfastened it. She watched as he slipped the bra away, exposing her skin to sun and air…and to his heated gaze.
He stared at her like a hungry man facing a last meal. Slowly he traced her curves, touching so lightly he almost tickled her. When he touched the tip of his finger against the very tip of her nipple, she felt the jolt clear down to her thighs.
She groaned. His breathing increased, then he bent low and drew her nipple into his mouth.
The combination of damp heat and gentle sucking nearly sent her to her knees.
She struggled to free herself from her shirt so she could cling to him. The wanting grew. She didn’t remember ever being this aroused before. She wasn’t sure it was possible to need so much and stay conscious.
At last she was able to pull her shirt free of her jeans. She shrugged out of it and her bra, then clutched his head, holding him in place against her br**sts.
“More,” she breathed as he circled with his tongue.
Tension filled her body. She felt herself getting closer and closer to her release. Passion spiraled out of control.
With her free hand, she tugged at his shirt. He straightened and pulled it off in one easy, graceful movement. Then he stood before her, bare-chested, his arousal clearly outlined in his dark slacks.
“Tell me you want me,” he demanded.
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