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It was what he wanted, Nabil acknowledged. The only thing on his mind since he’d arrived at the pool just in time to see her toss aside the white robe and raise her arms, lifting those soft, perfect breasts as she posed on the edge of the pool. The sunlight had gilded the golden tones of her flesh, the jet darkness of her hair flowing down on to her shoulders just for a moment before she had pushed off from the side, diving in a perfect arc into the clear, cool water.
His heart had pounded just at the sight of her, the hard, hungry tightening of his body pushing against the restriction of the swimming shorts, demanding release. His first impulse had been to plunge into the pool after her, to chase her down, capture her and haul her up against him, to turn the clear depths of the pool into a heated, sensual playground with her glorious body slippery as a seal against him. But a rush of second thoughts had him pausing, waiting, watching; letting the pulse of desire grow and heat as it beat against his temples, throbbed its way down his body. Sometimes anticipation was half of the pleasure.
If this was what she wanted then this he could give her. This was what he knew how to offer, where he found no complications, no hidden dangers lurking in it like black, jagged rocks at the bottom of a smooth, clear sea. This was the way that they could communicate without any doubts, any problems, the way that took all thought from his mind and gave him up to the oblivion...
No! For a moment he found himself stiffening in shock. For the first time he realised fully how things had been changing since this woman had come into his life.
Because it was this that he wanted. This feeling of connection, of sensation, of being alive. It was not oblivion he was looking for but the continuation of this life force—the way of prolonging it, making it grow. He wanted it more. He wanted it now.
He wanted it for ever.
Shifting on the cool, damp tiles, he lifted Aziza so that she was sitting astride him, long, smooth legs splayed out on either side of his. The contrast between the black hairs that hazed his thighs and the silky skin on hers was an erotic dream all of its own and the added enticement of the small triangle of curls at the point where she was most intimately close to his body was almost more than he could bear.
‘My Queen,’ he said, rough and raw. ‘My beautiful Queen.’
For some reason his words made her stiffen in his arms, pulling slightly away from him, her deep eyes strangely clouded, and silently he cursed the father who had done such a job of making her feel second best.
‘Do you doubt it? Does this not tell you what I think of you?’
Lifting his hips, he pressed the swell of his erection against the most intimate spot between her spread legs, almost undoing himself completely when he did. Fiercely he fought back the groan of need, of hunger, that almost escaped him.
‘Or this?’ he muttered against her partly opened mouth, taking her lips in a hard, fiercely passionate kiss. A kiss that took him to the edge and very nearly pushed him right over it, kicking into his heart in a way that made it skip several hungry beats.
‘See...?’ he muttered, holding up his hands so that she could see the way they shook, the way his fingers trembled with the need to touch her, with every part of her body giving him the nourishment he needed in the same moment that it deepened and increased the hunger she created in him.
‘Oh, yes...and what about this?’ Aziza’s echo of response was just a whisper as she leaned forward and pressed her breasts tight against his chest.
It was all that was needed to destroy what was left of his control, the explosion inside his head taking him out of reality and into a world where there was only her, only her warm, yielding body and the inferno of desire they were creating between them.
Shifting awkwardly on the blue tiles, he managed to get one hand between them, tugging down the clinging shorts, the moist curls at the junction of her thighs brushing against the back of his hand as he did so. The black Lycra slipped into the pool as he let it drop and, free from the constraint, his desire was hard and strong immediately, pressing against her so much that all she had to do was to make a small shift in her position to offer him entry, take him into her.
It felt like coming home. He almost lost himself right there and then but Aziza was not going to settle for hard and fast. Instead she clenched her inner muscles around him, sliding slowly down on to his hungry length and he felt her mouth curve into a smile against him as his breath caught sharply in his throat.
‘Is this what you mean?’
Her voice was a smoky murmur, coiling around him.
‘Or this?’
