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Amir turned to me and admired my body, ravaging me with his eyes. I was torn between the view of the sprawling city below and his masculine beauty. He clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth. I took another sip of my water and my hand shook.
In a much too airy tone, I said, “I take it we aren’t in Kansas anymore?” His expression was slightly confused. “I mean, where did you take me, Amir?”
“You are in my home in the city.”
I winced, “Did we have sex?”
Then he winced. “You are unlike any female I’ve ever met.” He gave me an odd grin, one that hinted at things to come. “No, Julie, I did not make love to you. I would never take advantage of a female in such a way. Do you remember anything of last night?”
I rubbed my nose and sipped the water as he continued to admire my body with a hungry gaze. I wasn’t uncomfortable, well maybe just a little, but mostly I thought of myself as an exhibitionist and an extrovert, so I usually found the uncomfortable situations the most stimulating.
“Um, I remember dancing with you. I remember you’re a great dancer. The way you held me…” I met his eyes and didn’t waver. “I remember feeling your arousal.”
He lifted one eyebrow and without giving up the eye contact said, “Being with you creates a longing in me I’ve not ever felt.”
He took one step towards me, and I didn’t move or take my eyes from his.
“Julie, when I take you, you will remember.” His words were full of dominance and authority and spoken in a way that left not a miniscule amount of doubt in me. I knew he was right, and I knew I wanted to know what he felt like—I wanted to remember him.
He must have felt my agreement, or just known I was more than receptive. I thought about fending him off, but I seriously couldn’t move. My feet had grown roots, and he owned my eyes. I physically felt bound by him in a way I’d never felt before. He took another graceful step towards me and then another, and as my heart rocketed in my chest, the pulse behind my ears deafened me. He stalled, and I saw he was laboring with his breathing as well.
I dropped the water bottle when he entered my bubble of air. Neither of us cared, our eyes still locked as he slid in and enveloped me in his aura of power. A small gasp escaped my mouth, and he held my jaw in his massive hands. His pulse was pounding through his palms, and the heat of his silken flesh burned my skin. I parted my lips, and my eyelids sagged closed as he carefully pressed his lips to mine.
CHAPTER SEVEN
What started slowly and tenderly, quickly turned more passionate. Both of us equal in our need—feeding the lust we shared for the other. I’d rarely been this aroused and sober at the same time, but now, in this moment, I was craven for this substantial man I didn’t know. He tangled his fingers into the hair at the back of my head and held my face in a tight grasp as he took my mouth with his. Our tongues tangled and danced, and he drew on my bottom lip, sucking on it and then kissing me with a white hot fervor that told me he was a magnificent lover.
My center flooded obscenely for him, and I pressed my naked body closer to his front. I reached between us and untied his robe, letting it peel apart. My hands roamed, and I traced my way down his taut abs until I met with his manhood. He was hard and jutting, and when my palm met with his heat, he growled and kissed me harder.
His free hand cupped my breast, and he lifted it, massaging it as I palmed his shaft and danced my fingers around his thick base. He growled again and bucked into my hand. I tightened my grip and stroked up his impressive length, and then I reached between his legs and trailed a finger up across his seam.
I smiled against his kisses and wordlessly continued to pull and stroke and handle his thick, hot, long length. His hips rolled against my hand as he thrust into the pressure. I moaned his name, and then I took his hand from my tit and placed it between my legs. He hesitated only momentarily and then found my wetness. He made an orgasmic sound and cupped my entire sex in his huge hand. I whispered at his mouth, “Look what we’ve done to each other.”
He startled me by swinging me up into his arms and striding to the bed. He tossed me up into the middle and dropped his robe to the ground before stalking up the bed like a big cat. His body was magnificent and hardened. His skin was like the finest milk chocolate mixed with pure gold and he moved like an athlete. His cock was as impressive as the rest of him and all of me salivated. When my mouth watered at the sight of his jutting erection, it shocked me. I wasn’t that into oral, at least I hadn’t been, but now all I wanted to do was taste him.
“Tell me I may enter your body and take you. Tell me. Give me permission.”
I gave him an amused expression, and he stopped his advance, hovering between my legs. His hand went to his shaft, and he stroked himself as he stared at me.
“I’m surprised you’re asking. Of course, Amir. Yes. I want you in a way that is baffling to me.” I swallowed roughly and gripped his wrist, the only thing I could reach, my fingers not even meeting. “Please, Amir, I need you inside me.”
That was all he needed, and he resumed his stalk up my body, stopping long enough to suckle in one and then the other nipple, tracing his tongue around my breast and sucking in as much of it into his mouth as he was able.
He took my hands and held them over my head with one of his hands securely locked around both my wrists. He laid over me and took my mouth, owning all of me with just his lips. The broad crown of his shaft pressed into my thigh, and he skidded along the skin of my inner leg. I spread for him, rolling my hips and sliding my silk against his groin. He reached between us and guided himself to my entrance.
He didn’t enter me, though, and I began to ache for his penetration.
“Amir, please, oh God, please,” I begged around his continued kisses. I ached and hurt, and all I wanted was him as deeply inside me as he could go. He pushed just the heated head of his hardness into me, and we both gasped as our bodies united.
We both shook, and I was unable to form words. I bucked my hips enough to seat him deeper. He ceased kissing me, and his body shuddered. I was trembling too and was baffled at my reactions.
“Say my name, female—say it,” he commanded as he slid farther into me.
“Amir—oh God! Amir—Amir—Amir…” I began wailing his name as he buried himself inside my swollen, wetness. He hit my ceiling, and the crisp hairs of his groin brushed against my bare folds.
I lifted my hips and arched my back as I struggled with how he was holding my hands. I needed to touch him, to hold on and dig in my nails. He had other ideas and held me fast, taking his time, even though I could feel he was barely holding off his own orgasm. He kissed me again, and then he began to take long, languid strokes in and out of my silken flesh.
On each liquid glide in and out of my core, I became more lost in the moment. He’d replaced my blood with fire, and the impending orgasm felt unlike any I’d had previously. His pace increased, and I held myself up so he had the perfect angle. I cried out, “Amir—I’m going to—Amir—Please—HARDER.”
