The Sheik and the Princess Bride(Desert Rogues, Book 8)(31) by Susan Mallery
He smiled. “Not at all, but I may have to punish you for your impertinence.”
“Really? What does that involve?”
“Let me show you.”
He bent down and kissed her. In the nanosecond before their lips touched, she tensed in anticipation. Then, when he brushed his mouth against hers, she couldn’t help melting against him, letting her body sag against his as he claimed her.
She parted for him, wanting him to deepen the kiss. She wrapped her arms around
his neck and savored his eagerness as he pulled her hard against him.
He was strong, she thought, her mind blurring with need. Hard to her yielding.
Her br**sts nestled against the planes of his chest. Her stomach pillowed the hard proof of his desire. When she clamped her lips around his tongue, he pulsed against her, delighting her with the promise of feminine power.
“Are you all right?” he asked as he broke the kiss and pressed his mouth to her jaw. “Does any of this make you nervous?”
She shifted her hands to his face and cupped his cheeks. He straightened and looked at her.
“I’m not afraid,” she told him as she stared into his passion-filled eyes.
“Jefri, I’m not a virgin.” Funny how this was the second time in as many days that she’d made the announcement. Until now, it hadn’t been an issue in years.
“After I’d been attacked, I really withdrew from men and dating,” she continued.
“Then I realized I couldn’t keep doing that, so I deliberately set out to get a boyfriend. We were in Australia for a few months and I met someone there. He was sweet and very gentle. Anyway, we became lovers.”
She remembered being awkward and scared and all the things Jefri feared she would be with him. She had a feeling that Andrew had been as inexperienced as she had been. They’d fumbled through making love several times before she’d left the country.
“My point is, I’ve done this before.”
His dark gaze gave nothing away. “And since that first lover? Have there been many?”
“Um, well, not exactly. But that’s not because I was afraid.”
“Lack of opportunity or lack of interest?” he asked.
“A little of both.”
He spoke the words with a confidence that came from…actually she wasn’t sure what, but it made her shiver in anticipation.
“Thank you for letting me know I do not have to worry about your past,” he said as he took her hand and led her down a short hallway. “Still, it is my nature to take things slowly at first. I hope you will indulge me.”
“Of course.” After all, what did she know about the whole process? Well, the basics, of course, but she had a feeling that Jefri’s lovemaking would be nothing like Andrew’s.
They walked into a large bedroom. Rose petals littered the marble floor. In the corner stood a massive tub filled with rose-scented water. Steam rose toward the painted ceiling. A bed filled the center of the room. Cream-colored linens invited her to touch. A netted canopy offered the illusion of privacy. Here as in the main room of the house, candles provided flickering light.
“For your hair,” Jefri said, handing her several clips.
She saw he’d taken them from a carved dresser by the door.
She twisted her long curls into a coil and pinned it up on her head. When she’d finished, he shrugged out of his jacket and left it on a chair.
“We’re getting in that, aren’t we?” she asked, pointing at the tub.
“If you do not mind.”
“Before or, after, you know.”
He smiled. “Before. You may step behind that screen and undress,” he said and pointed.
She followed his gaze and saw a painted screen concealing a corner. Huh. She’d assumed he was going to be taking her clothes off. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed to be doing it herself.
Still she walked behind the screen where she found a chair and a silk robe waiting. She stepped out of her shoes, then unfastened her dress and carefully hung it up. Her bra and panties followed. When she was naked, she slipped on the robe.
The silk was cool and soft against her heated skin, but even the delicate fabric seemed to tease her tight ni**les. The sensation was both pleasurable and frustrating.
When she walked out from behind the screen, she saw Jefri also in a robe, although his was black and hers pale pink. He motioned to the tub.
She moved closer, then hesitated, not sure about getting into the deep, hot water in front of him. But he came up behind her and reached around her to unfasten her robe, not giving her a whole lot of choice.
Clenching her teeth against potential embarrassment, she shrugged out of the garment and stepped into the steaming tub. First one foot, then the other.
“You are incredible,” he said, his voice nearly a growl.
Billie looked up only to stare at a reflection of herself. She’d been too focused on the water to notice the mirror behind the tub. She glanced over and met his passionate gaze in the glass. Then he dropped the robe and moved close.
“I must touch you,” he breathed. “For a moment. Please.”
She was unable to move, barely able to breathe. He put his hands on her waist, then moved one up and one down. The fingers on one hand reached her breast at the same movement fingers on the other slipped between her thighs. She was already wet, swollen and ready. The combination of touches with the visual before her made her want to swoon.
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