The Sheikh and the Virgin Secretary(Desert Rogues, Book 10)(22) by Susan Mallery
Anticipation swept through her. She was eager for the next lesson, eager to discover everything. Rafiq drew back and looked into her eyes.
“When you were with Eric,” he said quietly, “did he ever make you climax?”
Talk about a mood breaker, Kiley thought as she blushed, then reached for the front of her dress to keep it from slipping. She cleared her throat, then murmured, “Not really.”
Rafiq smiled. “I wanted to be sure.”
“Yes, well, now you are.”
He cupped her face in his hands. “I want to please you tonight. I want to show you the pleasure locked in your body. Will you allow me that?”
The intensity of his gaze took her breath away. His words made her want to follow him to the ends of the earth. Speaking seemed impossible, so she nodded.
He dropped his hands to hers and slowly drew them down to her sides. Gravity took over and her dress dropped to the floor.
She stood there, practically naked and painfully exposed. Time passed, and he didn’t speak, didn’t react at all. Just when she was about to duck for cover, he groaned low in his throat, bent down and gathered her in his arms, holding her against him.
“I want you,” he said in a low growl. “All of you. I want to touch you and taste you and claim you.” He stared at her, his expression possessive. “You will be mine.”
The proclamation thrilled her, as much as his physically sweeping her off her feet. No one had ever been interested enough to want to claim her before. She wasn’t exactly sure what he meant, but she was willing to go along with whatever he had in mind.
Rafiq made his way into her bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. Before she could worry about what to do next, he pulled her close and began to kiss her.
Long, slow, deep kisses. Kisses that left her breathless and shaken and touched her soul. She clung to him, holding on to hard muscles, straining to get closer, even as he moved his hands over her bare back.
She liked the feel of him touching her skin. He explored the length of her spine, then cupped her hip before moving to the top of her bare thigh. Goose bumps erupted.
He shifted her so that she stretched out on her back, with him looming over her.
His lips turned up slightly, as if he were about to smile. She brushed her thumb against his mouth.
“You’re very beautiful,” he murmured. “Your skin is soft.” He rested his hand on her belly. “I want you to relax and enjoy what I do to you. Tonight is just for play, so you can get used to me being close to you.”
She wasn’t exactly sure what he meant, although she was fairly certain he meant they weren’t going all the way. She had a moment of disappointment, then he began to unbutton his shirt and she found herself distracted by his broad chest.
She put her hands on him and explored the contours, the way flesh molded muscle and how those muscles tensed when she lightly brushed over them. He bent down and kissed her. She parted for him, even as she slid her hands around to stroke his back.
He explored her mouth with his tongue, then slipped away before she’d had all she wanted. But as his destination seemed just as interesting as kissing, she decided not to protest.
Even as her eyes fluttered closed, she felt him move down her neck, then the hollow between her br**sts. He licked her there, then nibbled on the sensitive skin by the edge of her bra. He moved his hand from her stomach around to her side. She shifted slightly so he could reach behind her and unfasten the hooks.
Her breath caught in anticipation as he pulled away the bra. A puff of warm air was her only warning, then his mouth claimed her right breast in an openmouthed kiss that made her body clench and her hands reach for him.
She touched his shoulders, his back, then buried her fingers in his dark hair.
“Yes,” she breathed.
He licked her nipple, then sucked it into his mouth. After circling the taut tip, he raised his head slightly and blew on it. The combination of damp and cold and heat made her want to beg. Need filled every cell in her body. She ached, she wanted and she had to make sure he understood he could never, ever stop.
He moved to her other breast, and on the first, replaced his mouth with his hand. She arched her head and savored his caress. Between her legs, her panties grew damp as that most feminine place began to ache.
When he left her br**sts, she cried out in protest. “I’m not done,” she told him.
She felt him laugh against her stomach.
“Trust me on this.”
He moved lower, pausing to lick her belly button. The sensation was both ticklish and erotic. A combination she’d never experienced before. Then he reached the edge of her panties.
Eric had never bothered touching her there more than a couple of times and always through clothes. She remembered once when she’d straddled his knee and had rocked against him until he’d pushed her away. Now the aching intensified as she wondered what Rafiq would do there.
But first he tugged on her panties, pulling them down her legs, then tossing them away. She had the sudden thought that she was actually naked before a man—not counting doctors—for the first time in her life. Eek!
She opened her eyes and found him looking at her.
“Lovely,” he said with a smile. “Every part of you. I like this spot.” He touched her ankle. “And this one.” He traced a circle around her knee. “And here.” He slid a single finger between her tightly closed thighs.
She planned to be embarrassed and protest and squirm, but that wily finger slipped between her curls, the folds of skin and found an amazing, responsive bundle of nerves on the very first try.
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