The Sheik and the Princess Bride(Desert Rogues, Book 8)(22) by Susan Mallery
She was so surprised by the instruction that she did as he said. Then she was really glad when he pulled her close, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.
The warm, insistent pressure against her lips made her cling to him. Heat flared, melting away all her concerns about him being upset or angry or anything the least bit negative.
His mouth moved slowly, as if giving her time to get used to what he was doing.
If she’d been able to communicate without her mouth, she would have told him that she didn’t mind the kissing at all. In fact, she really, really liked it.
He could do more. Really.
Instead she placed her hands on his shoulders and let her body lean into his.
She tilted her head and parted her lips in invitation.
He reacted with a sharp intake of air and a gentle sweep of his tongue against hers.
The kiss was as spectacular as it had been the first time. She felt her insides quiver, her knees shake and her thighs tremble. Heat poured through her, making her want and need with an intensity that stunned her.
One of his hands tangled in her hair, the other traced a line down her back until it settled on her rear. When he squeezed the curves, she arched forward, bringing her belly in contact with him.
Now it was her turn to gasp as she felt his arousal. He wanted her. After everything that had happened and what her brother had said, Jefri wanted her.
Delight blended with desire and she nearly laughed.
He broke the kiss. “What do you find so amusing?” he asked, his breath mingling with hers.
“Just all of this.”
“That I want to kiss you?”
“It is a bit of a surprise.”
He cupped her chin and stared into her eyes. “Why? You’re a beautiful woman.
Unique, intelligent, desirable. I doubt there is a man alive who wouldn’t sell his soul for one night with you.”
She blinked at him. Whoa—talk about a great line. Right now she didn’t even care if he meant it.
“I, um, thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He smiled as he rubbed his thumb against her lower lip. “I would very much like to have dinner with you tonight.”
At this point in time, she would have followed him to the moon. “Okay. I mean, that would be great.”
“Good. I’ll pick you up at your room at seven. Is that convenient?”
As she’d planned to spend the rest of the afternoon soaking and grooming, seven sounded good.
“I’ll be ready.”
“We’ll be going out,” he said. “There are several excellent restaurants in the city. Will you allow me to choose?”
“Then it is a date.” He dropped a brief kiss on her lips, then stepped back.
“Leave the dog at home.”
Billie stood in front of her closet and reviewed her array of clothes. She believed in shopping, both as a sport and a way to relax, so there were plenty of outfits to choose from. She already knew she wanted something both sexy and sophisticated, with a touch of elegance thrown in. Which pretty much left out anything with feathers, rhinestones or too much beading.
She tilted her head, then straightened quickly as the curlers started to loosen.
Tonight required perfect hair, which meant an hour spent in electric curlers and a double dose of hair spray.
“Everyone looks good in black,” she murmured as she pulled out a clinging black dress with a deep vee and see-through sleeves. “But it’s so predictable.”
Maybe she should try a color. Not red. Somehow that just made her look trashy.
“Maybe blue,” she said as she reached for a midnight-blue dress that had cost her nearly a month’s salary in Paris.
The hand-painted bias-cut skirt fluttered just above her knees. The sleeveless bodice wasn’t that low cut because the appeal lay elsewhere. From the waist up, the fabric was completely sheer. However the same hand-painted pattern that graced the hem of the skirt swirled across her br**sts and the built-in bra in such a way that everything was perfectly covered. Yet there was the promise of being naked!
“This one,” she said, carrying the dress into the bathroom. She had a perfect pair of high-heeled strappy sandals that made her ankles look as slender as swizzle sticks and some really high-end fake jewelry.
Billie had to admit her excitement about the evening was about more than just the whole “dine with a prince” thrill. Part of her was really happy that Jefri wanted to see her after his defeat earlier. That had never happened before and it gave her hope for his entire gender. While she believed her brothers had a part in warning men off, she couldn’t help but think there had to be one or two willing to deal with their potential wrath unless their bruised egos had put them out of the mood.
A knock at the door made her panic. She glanced at the clock, but it was way too early for Jefri.
“Who is it?” she called from the center of the living room.
She walked to the door and opened it. “Make it snappy,” she said. “I’m busy.”
He pushed past her into the room, then looked her over. “You don’t look busy to me. You look like you’re not doing much of anything. I need your help with some of the equipment.”
“Not my area of expertise.”
“Billie, I’m serious. The mechanics want to talk to you about one of the engines they’re tuning. You know how you can tell what’s wrong from the sound.”
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