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‘Eight, then. Nine! Tariq! Okay—ten!’
‘You’re wearing stockings,’ he breathed in disbelief.
‘Well, you’ve nagged me often enough about my tights.’
‘With good reason. Let me see.’ He lifted up her skirt and expelled a small appraising sigh. The tops of the dark silk stockings had been embroidered with deep turquoise and green, so that it looked as if some peacock had wrapped its feathers enticingly around her thighs and left them there. ‘You know that there are consequences to dressing like that?’ he questioned unsteadily.
‘What kind of consequences might they be?’
‘Can’t you guess?’ he breathed, as he placed her hand on the fly of his trousers.
‘T-Tariq.’
‘I want you, Izzy.’
‘You always want me,’ she whispered back, her fingertips caressing the thick, hard shaft.
He swallowed. ‘And is it mutual?’
‘You know it is.’
He caught her by the shoulders and looked down into her widened tawny eyes. ‘Then why don’t you show me how much you’ve missed me?’ he questioned unsteadily. ‘Because I have missed you too, kalila.’
She savoured his unsteady words as she rose up on tiptoe to kiss him, revelling in the sheer pleasure of being in his arms again. She closed her eyes as his practised fingers began to reacquaint themselves with her body. At times like this, when he could reduce her to boneless longing within seconds, it was easy to imagine that a unique bond existed between them. Was that because they seemed to have the ability to anticipate each other’s needs—despite the disparity of their experience—or was it because they simply knew each other so well?
Or was it something far more commonplace? He’d told her candidly that making love without having to wear a condom was the biggest turn-on he’d ever known. For him, that was a brand-new experience, and that was rare enough to excite a man who’d been having sex since he was a teenager. She’d tried telling herself that Tariq’s reaction to her was purely physical. Because if she looked the truth straight in the face then surely there was less likelihood of her getting hurt?
If only her own feelings were as straightforward. If only she hadn’t started to care. Really care. She wondered if it was normal for a woman to become a little more emotionally vulnerable every time her man made love to her. For her to start wanting things she knew she wasn’t supposed to want—things he’d specifically warned her against. Things that Tariq was renowned for never delivering—and especially to a woman like her. Stuff like commitment and happy-ever-after.
‘Izzy?’
She closed her eyes, letting go of the last of her troubled thoughts, allowing pure and delicious sensation to take over instead. ‘Yes,’ she whispered, as he pushed her down onto the floor and sank down beside her. ‘Oh, yes.’
His fingers were on her flesh now, stroking open the moist and heated flesh at the very core of her, and he was saying, ‘Luloah...’ softly and fervently beneath his breath, something which Isobel had learnt meant ‘pearl’ in his native tongue.
‘You taste of honey,’ he said on a shuddered breath, his mouth high on her thigh.
‘Tariq—’ His tongue had reached the most sensitive part of her anatomy, and Isobel gave a little gasp of pleasure as she felt its delicate flick. Glancing down, she could see the erotic image of her boss’s black head between her legs, and the sheer intimacy of it only increased the sensations which were beginning to ripple through her.
Her head fell back as an unstoppable heat began to build, and she trembled on the brink as he teased her with his tongue.
‘Tariq,’ she gasped again, clutching at his shoulders, her fingers biting into him.
‘What?’ he drawled against her heated flesh.
Tariq, I think I’m falling in love with you!
But her passionate thoughts dissolved as a feeling of intense pleasure washed over her—strong enough to sweep away everything else in its wake. Wave after wave of it racked her trembling body—and just when she thought it couldn’t get any better he thrust deep inside her.
‘You feel so good,’ he said unsteadily.
‘So...do you.’
He thrust even deeper, his breaths becoming long and shuddering. ‘And I’ve been wanting to do this to you all week.’
She heard his voice change and felt his body tense, watched him splinter with his own pleasure. She loved the helplessness of his orgasm, feeling in those few heightened moments of sensation that he was really hers.
Afterwards, they lay wrapped tightly in each other’s arms, until Isobel lifted her head to free some of the hair which was trapped beneath his elbow.
