The Sheikh's Secret Bride(Desert Rogues, Book 3)(30) by Susan Mallery
He moved closer still, slipping his arms around her and lowering his head to hers. “Is that what we are? Friends?”
“Yes.” Her voice was a bare whisper.
“Why? What did you want us to be?”
“I’m not sure.” His mouth brushed hers. “Perhaps something more…intimate.”
“That works, too,” she managed before his lips claimed hers in a molten kiss that left her breathless.
It was as it had been before, she thought hazily as the magical heat began to flood her body. In a matter of seconds she found herself aroused and hungry for him. Maybe it was the champagne, or maybe it was the man himself. All she knew was that he hadn’t even touched her with his tongue and her body was aching for them to make love.
The need increased when he brushed her lower lip, causing her to part for him. He entered her mouth slowly, but with a sureness that left her breathless. He explored her, returning to favorite spots that made her moan and writhe and clutch at him. His headdress prevented her from burying her fingers in his hair, so she contented herself with slipping them under his robe and exploring his strong, broad back.
Outside, the sun had set and all was darkness. Malik turned off the interior lights and plunged them into blackness. Then he placed his hands on her waist, shifting her until she straddled him, her thighs cupping his hips, her hands resting on his shoulders.
“Liana,” he breathed as he kissed her cheeks, her nose, her chin, then trailed down her neck to the folds of cloth that covered her.
He peeled away the first layer, exposing her chest down to the top of her bra. She felt a shiver of anticipation, then gave in to the gentle caress of his lips and tongue against her sensitive skin.
He licked the sweet valley between her br**sts, then explored as much of her curves as were available to him. She found herself clutching his head in her hands, urging him to do more, yet half afraid he would unfasten her bra, exposing her to him. Despite the aching dampness between her thighs and the pressure in her br**sts, she wasn’t sure she was ready to take that next step. After all, she barely knew Malik and she’d only ever been with Chuck, and what woman in her right mind made love in the back of a car with a prince?
As if reading her mind and understanding her indecision, he returned his attention to her mouth, kissing her deeply, making her writhe until her sensitized feminine place settled directly on the hard ridge of his arousal.
And then she was lost. She reached for his hand to draw it to her breast, more than willing to make love right here, right now. She would worry about the consequences in the morning. But as her fingers closed around his, the limo drew to a stop.
Malik sighed. “Talk about lousy timing,” he said, his words muffled against her throat. “With the privacy glass in place Sandy has no idea what we’ve been doing, so he’ll be around to open the door in about five seconds.”
Liana squeaked as she scrambled off him. He helped her smooth her clothes back in place, then gave her a wolfish grin. “I can’t tell you when I’ve enjoyed a car ride more,” he said.
“Yeah, right,” she mumbled, suddenly feeling awkward about what they’d done. “I’m sure this sort of thing happens all the time.”
The passenger door opened, but Malik ignored it. Instead, he cupped her face and forced her to look at him. “I’ve never done anything like this before. Not with anyone else.”
His gaze was steady, and, for reasons that made no sense, she actually believed him. A smile tugged at her mouth. “Good.”
The walk to the camp was shorter than Liana had expected. The night was clear, and hundreds of stars illuminated their way. Bilal, the leader of the nomad tribe, had sent scouts to guide them. She and Malik found themselves surrounded by short, powerful-looking men in traditional robes and carrying torches.
When they crested a rise, she could see the camp sprawled out below them. Dozens of tents circled three sides of a huge fresh-water spring. There were children running about, and open cooking fires. Goats and camels were kept in makeshift pens on the far side of the camp. She felt as if she’d found her way onto a movie set.
“Are they remaking Lawrence of Arabia?” she asked Malik.
He grinned. “This is the real world, not Hollywood.”
Perhaps, but it felt very surreal to her.
As their arrival was noticed, the tribespeople gathered around them. Conversation flowed in an unfamiliar tongue. Liana found herself surrounded by women and was suddenly led away.
“You’ll be fine,” Malik called after her. Liana wasn’t so sure.
The women took her into a large tent where their high-pitched conversation and frequent laughter made her smile as well. Using mime to communicate, they had her remove her robe, then gasped in wonder at the sight of her blond hair. She was fawned and fussed over, then found herself agreeing to having henna applied to her hands and feet. Sweet tea was passed around, and children were brought in to be named and shown off by their proud mothers.
Liana accepted all the attention with good humor and found herself thinking that there were parts of Malik’s world that she liked very much. Then she wondered if the prince was being made welcome in the same way.
“What the hell is all this?” Malik demanded after Bilal had bowed and offered words of respect.
Bilal raised his hands, palm up. “Why is the lion of the desert unhappy? I have simply done as you requested.”
Malik paced the length of the tent, then spun back to face the other man. “I requested a welcoming ceremony.”
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