The Sheik and the Princess Bride(Desert Rogues, Book 8)(32) by Susan Mallery
“Exquisite,” he murmured before he kissed her neck. “How soft you are. Your skin.” He brushed his thumb against her tight left nipple. “Your secrets.” He slid fingers in deeper.
One brushed against that single point of pleasure and she jumped. He bit her shoulder, then smiled at her in the mirror.
“I want to please you,” he told her. “All of you.”
Who was she to argue? she thought as he stepped back and she sank into the hot water.
She figured he would join her, but he didn’t. Instead he moved behind her so when she stretched out, her head rested against his chest.
A tray sat next to the tub. He picked up the first bottle and opened it.
“What do you think?” he asked, letting her smell the orange-spicy scent.
“I want more of a reaction than that.” He continued to open bottles for her until a musky-floral scent got her attention.
“That one,” she said.
He poured some lotion onto his hands and rubbed his palms together. She’d expected soap but the liquid didn’t lather. Instead it thickened and glistened like some kind of oil.
This entire experience was so out of her regular world, she didn’t know what to think. But if this was basic prince seduction, then someone had to sign her up for at least a monthly session.
Jefri slipped his hands under the water and moved toward her br**sts. When his palms cupped her curves, she realized the lotion was an oil. A slick, warm concoction that didn’t dissolve in water and made her nerve endings even more sensitive than usual.
He circled around her br**sts as if discovering every inch of them. Around and around, without touching her tight ni**les. She squirmed and ached and shifted in the water, but still he touched only the pale flesh, leaving the tips mournfully alone.
Heat poured through her. Need built. He kissed her neck so lightly when she wanted to beg him to do more. Touch more, bite more, something. Anything!
At last he stroked her ni**les and she nearly cried out in relief. He rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, sending ribbons of pleasure directly down her chest, through her stomach and between her legs. She ached there. She ached everywhere. She wanted with a desperation that nearly frightened her.
Arousal poured through her body, making her writhe. At last she couldn’t stay silent.
“More,” she pleaded.
“Yes. Move forward.”
Then his hands were gone. She grasped the sides of the tub and slid toward the other end. At the same time she turned to look in the mirror as Jefri stood and dropped his robe.
He stood there naked and aroused. His need jutted forward proudly, making her want to part her legs and beg him to take her. Instead she waited while he stepped in behind her and sank into the tub.
The two of them fit easily. He pulled her against him so her back settled against his chest. His erection pressed against her back, which wasn’t the least bit satisfying, but she found she didn’t mind so much when he once again slipped a hand between her legs.
She closed her eyes as he began to touch her. He found that one perfect place at once and gently rubbed it. Her breath caught, then she couldn’t breathe at all.
Faster, she thought. No, slower. No, just like that.
She arched into his touch, wanting all of it. Tension filled her body. She clutched the side of the tub and let herself experience the steady build toward—
He put a hand on her br**sts. One second he hadn’t been touching her there and the next he was matching his movements and she lost control.
Her orgasm crashed into her with no warning. Suddenly her body convulsed into exquisite pleasure. The waves of her pleasure shuddered through her over and over until at last they slowed.
She returned to consciousness only to find the water in the tub still shifting back and forth. His hand still stroked her between her legs and she was slightly embarrassed to feel herself getting aroused again.
“You should probably, you know, stop,” she said although she didn’t push him away.
“Why?” he asked. “I like touching you.”
“And you’re really good at it.”
“Turn around,” he said.
She did as he requested, only to find herself straddling him. His dark gaze dropped to where her br**sts floated in the water.
“You are a fantasy come to life,” he said.
“As are you.”
He pulled her close and they kissed. His arousal rubbed between her legs, exciting her. She wanted to shift just enough for him to slip inside, but before she could, he pushed her back.
“This was only the appetizer,” he said as he stood.
He stood dripping and naked while he collected a towel for her and gently wrapped it around her. Only then did he claim one for himself. He dried every inch of her before escorting her to the bed where he had her stretch out on her back. From a carved nightstand he produced a condom, but he didn’t slip it on.
Instead he knelt between her ankles and gently kissed her instep.
From there he made his way to her shin, then her knee. He repeated the procedure on her other leg, but this time moving higher and higher still.
She didn’t know what to think, what to say, so she decided only to feel. No one had ever done this to her before. She’d never really understood the combination of vulnerability and amazing pleasure when a man’s mouth pressed an open kiss on the very heart of her.
Her breath caught as her body went up in flames. It was too much. It would never be enough. She ached, she burned, she wanted.
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