The Sheik and the Bride Who Said No(Desert Rogues, Book 9)(44) by Susan Mallery
Even as he cupped her breast and stroked her hard nipple through the thin fabric of her nightgown, he squeezed her rear and pulled her into him. She felt the pulsing hardness of his arousal.
“You want me,” she murmured, her mouth still against his.
He raised his head and stared at her. “Of course. Why would you think otherwise?”
“Because I was naked and you just ignored me.”
“I gave you my word I would not bother you while you were in your bath.”
Of all the times for him to keep it, this would not have been her first choice.
“You’re the most annoying man,” she told him.
He bent down and swept her into his arms. “Let me annoy you some more,” he said as he carried her to the bed on the other side of the tent.
There were candles hanging everywhere and fresh-cut flowers in vases all over the room. The white linens had been folded back invitingly. Murat knelt on the mattress, then lowered her onto the smooth surface.
She kept her arms around his neck and pulled him close so she could kiss him.
Once again he claimed her with a kiss that marked her as his. She supposed she should protest, or at least not like it so much, but she couldn’t help squirming in delight as he nipped on her lower lip, then drew the sensitive curve into his mouth. He nibbled her jaw and down her throat. Lower and lower until he settled over her tight, aching ni**les.
The silk was so thin, he didn’t bother pushing it away. Instead he licked and sucked her through the fabric. She ran her fingers through his hair, to touch him as much as to hold him in place. He moved to her other breast, repeating the glorious touching and teasing, until she felt hot and strung far too tightly.
Wanting poured through her. She couldn’t seem to keep her legs still, and between her thighs a pulsing hunger began.
“Murat,” she breathed as she began to tug at his shirt. “I need you.”
“No more than I need you.” He took the hint and shrugged out of the garment.
She took advantage of his distraction to pull up her nightgown in a shameless invitation. She knew this wasn’t her smartest act of the day, but she couldn’t seem to stem the tide of need rushing through her. She might have had other lovers, but she’d never wanted one the way she wanted Murat. Desperation made her reach for his trousers. He had to be in her. Now!
“Impatient?” he asked with a smile as he shed the rest of his clothing, then slipped between her legs. “Let me take the edge off, my sweet.”
Instead of filling her with his hardness, he bent low and gently parted her swollen flesh with his fingers. Then he pressed his mouth against her hot, damp center.
She had only a second to brace herself before the impact of the pleasure nearly had her screaming down the tent. Vaguely mindful of their neighbors, she held in her cries of delight as he licked all of her before settling on that one single point of pleasure.
He traced quick circles, making her breathe more quickly. Tension made her dig in her heels and grab on to the covers. She tossed her head from side to side as he gently sucked that one perfect spot.
She rocked her hips in time with his movements, moving closer and closer to her ultimate release. Every brush of his tongue, every whisper of breath pushed her onward. When she finally clung to the edge, so ready to surrender all to him, he slipped two fingers inside of her.
The combination was too much. She tried to hold back, to enjoy the moment longer, but it wasn’t possible. Passion claimed her and she called out Murat’s name as she sank into the waves of pleasure.
Fast, at first, then slowing, but not really ever ending. Not even when he raised his head and stared at her with wild, hungry eyes. He continued to move his fingers. Back and forth, back and forth. Mini-waves rippled through her.
Climax after climax. As long as he touched her, she came.
She stared at him, unable to control her body’s response to his touch.
“Murat,” she breathed.
He shifted closer, at last replacing his fingers with his arousal. He thrust into her, filling her until she thought she might shatter.
It was too good. There was too much. She came again and again. Every time he moved into her, she gave herself over to the release. Faster and faster until they were both breathing hard, and then she lost herself again in a violent shuddering that left her both shattered and satisfied down to her bones.
Daphne awoke the next morning with the sense of being one with the world. She could hear the birds outside and the low voices of people in the encampment. The smell of cooking made her mouth water, and the sounds of laughter made her smile. She had a feeling that when she climbed out of bed, there was a very good chance she would float several inches above the carpeted tent floor.
What a night, she thought as she pushed her hair out of her face and sat up.
Murat was long gone. She vaguely recalled him kissing her before he’d left their bed sometime after dawn.
They’d continued to make love, each time more passionately than the time before until she’d been afraid she would never be able to recover. Her body ached, but in the best way possible. Her skin seemed to be glowing, and she knew she would be hard-pressed not to spend the entire day grinning like a fool.
Everything had been perfect. Except…She pressed her hands to her flat stomach and wondered if they’d made a baby last night. She and Murat had made love several times without any kind of protection. The thought had never crossed her mind. She knew the price of having his child—she would never be able to leave.
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