The Sheik and the Princess Bride(Desert Rogues, Book 8)(27) by Susan Mallery
He did his best not to smile. “Is that what you think?”
“Absolutely. You’re afraid I’ll act funny or think you’re attacking me. Well, I won’t. That was a long time ago and I’m completely over it.”
“You think you know everything about me.”
Her mouth twisted. “You’re not that hard to read.”
“Then I will have to prove you wrong on several accounts.”
Before she could respond, he pulled her to him and kissed her.
While Billie had to admit that Jefri held her as if she were something precious, she wasn’t sure any part of that was about her past. Judging from the possessive way he pulled her against him and the deepness of his kiss, she thought maybe passion had a part in it, too.
As his hands stroked her back and his mouth claimed hers, she found herself wanting to relax against him and let the moment unfold. She wanted to tell him he could touch other places than just her back, and that maybe they could do more than kiss.
Her own desires excited her as much as they made her blush. Still she didn’t move away or in any other way discourage him. She wanted this man more than she’d wanted anyone in a long, long time.
Jefri tilted his head and deepened the kiss. The more he touched Billie, the more he wanted her. Her curves called out to be explored and pleasured in a thousand different ways. When his fingers tangled in her long hair, he imagined her kissing his bare chest and her long hair tickling his sides. When she wrapped her arms around his neck and her br**sts pressed against him, he thought about cupping those curves, then tasting the hard, tight ni**les.
Desire and need made him ache. He was hard to the point of pain. Still, he did nothing more than kiss, despite the invitation in her kisses. For one thing, he could not be sure her brother wouldn’t arrive to check on his sister, and when Jefri started to make love with Billie, he did not want any interruptions. For another, he wanted to test her, to be sure she had fully recovered from her experience. If there were still scars and tender spots, he wanted to respect her boundaries.
Still, she was difficult to resist when her breath caught and she bit on his lower lip.
“You are a temptation,” he said, pulling back slightly and staring into her wide eyes. “Difficult to resist.”
“The same could be said about you.”
He smiled. “Then we will practice self-control together.”
She pouted. “Do we have to?”
“Is that a tease or a promise?”
“Which would you like it to be?”
She took his hand and put it on her breast. The full curve burned him down to his soul. His arousal flexed in anticipation as he brushed his thumb across her nipple.
They both sucked in a breath.
Jefri reached for her as she moved toward him. He pushed away the coffee table so they could drop to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs and violent desire. She rolled onto her back and he braced himself on one elbow so he was above her. When he slipped his hand under her T-shirt, she smiled in obvious anticipation.
A loud knock at the door interrupted them.
Jefri held in a groan. “I will guess that is your brother,” he said. “I had a feeling he would check on you.”
“What?” She pushed into a sitting position. “You’re kidding?”
There was a second knock, followed by, “Billie, it’s Doyle. I wanted to check on you.”
“I’m fine. Go away.”
“No. Let me in.”
Jefri stood and pulled Billie to her feet.
“I’ll get rid of him,” she said.
He shook his head. “I will see you tomorrow.”
He took her hand in his and kissed her fingers. “Soon,” he promised and walked toward the French doors where he let himself out onto the balcony.
Billie watched the prince go and could have cheerfully thrown the coffee table after him. She understood why he left, but she didn’t have to like it.
After smoothing the front of her T-shirt to make sure everything was covered, she walked to the door and jerked it open.
“What do you want?” she demanded.
Doyle lounged in the doorway. “I’m checking on you. Dinner was great. You should have stayed.”
She stalked into the center of the room, crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. “You made that impossible. Get off of me. I mean it.”
He walked toward her, stopping only a couple of feet away. “I can’t help worrying.”
“I appreciate that, but keep your worries to yourself. I’m a big girl. I’ve had sex before.” Okay, only once and it had been fairly uninspiring, but her brother didn’t have to know that.
Doyle winced. “Jeez, Billie. Don’t tell me that.”
“Why not? Isn’t all this about protecting my virtue? Don’t you think the prince has his choice of women? Isn’t it unlikely he’s going to have to force himself on anyone?” Certainly not on her. She’d been more than willing. Based on just the kissing, the event would have been fairly spectacular. Talk about lousy timing.
“I’m not worried Jefri’s going to attack you. But he could break your heart.
You’re playing way out of your league.”
“I refuse to take relationship advice from a man who has never had a serious relationship in his life.”
Doyle grinned. “I run too fast to let them catch me.”
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