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She had a slender strip of golden-red curls. A lot of the girls had everything off—it was just easier, given their revealing costumes—but she’d wanted something to remind her she was a woman. Khaled seemed to appreciate it as he touched her there, his expression a little blurry with lust.
He slid down between her thighs, gently but inexorably pushing them apart. He coaxed open the petals at the heart of her and found her hot and wet and very ready.
Gigi made a startled sound as he used the flat of his tongue to lap at her, and clutched at whatever she could get her hand on—the sheets, a pillow—tangling the fingers of her other hand in his thick hair. She felt shameless in her need as pleasure rocked her body like a little boat in a storm. She whimpered and keened, and when he lifted his head the boat was in pieces. She felt like a tiny piece of flotsam in the midst of a cyclonic tempest, poised for a moment on a high wave.
Through the blur of her own pleasure she saw muscle definition on him that she’d never seen on another man, and she couldn’t help but run her hands over it, feeling those muscles contract under her touch.
He bent his head to her breasts, no longer tugging but feasting on her nipples until she could barely stand it.
‘No more, Khaled,’ she whimpered, yanking not gently on his hair. ‘Please, I just want—’
He raised his head, those heavily lidded eyes and the most carnal of smiles sending her core body temperature through the roof.
‘Just think about how achingly aroused I’ve been for forty-eight hours, Gigi. This is payback.’
Gigi tried to do the mathematical calculation, but it wasn’t easy with her body on fire and with Khaled licking her nipples with the flat of his tongue like a big, wild cat.
He couldn’t mean from the first time he saw her?
‘But... ‘
‘Da, you’ve worked it out—I’m that basic,’ he growled, rising up over her and rolling on a condom with brutal efficiency.
The hard heat of him sinking into the wet heart of her was so welcome she almost wept. Maybe she did, because everything suddenly looked blurry.
He didn’t rush, and he held himself still for her, waiting for her muscles to relax and get used to the invasion, his eyes soldered on her expressive face.
Then he began to seduce her mouth with his and she melted around him, lifted her hips. He sank further.
‘Oh...’
She could feel him so deep inside her. Too much.
He brushed the nub of her clitoris. Tiny nerves sang.
‘Khaled...’ she sobbed.
‘That’s my girl,’ he crooned.
He drove into her and they both groaned. He built and built the gorgeous ache in her body and she met every stroke. They moved together, as if their bodies were made for this dance, and she knew she would die, she would just die, if she didn’t reach that peak soon. And he took her there, holding himself in check with a gritted jaw as she pulsed around him.
Then he was moving again—harder, deeper. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as he licked her breasts and over she went again, gripping him, crying out. Thighs trembling, skin gilded with perspiration. This time he came with her, his deep groan speaking to her own bliss before he crushed her to the mattress.
Gigi wrapped her arms around him. This was what she needed—skin on skin, the weight of him anchoring her after the gorgeous devastation.
When he stirred she thought he would move away, but instead he took his weight on his forearms and his mouth sought hers so sweetly she felt astonishment. She clung.
His eyes met hers, heavy-lidded, still drugged with the pleasure they’d given one another.
Gigi rolled onto her side as he got up to dispose of the condom and watched him through her lashes.
She felt replete, but she wasn’t sure what to expect next.
She simply didn’t have the heart to say anything that might shatter what felt to her so intimate and new.
So she waited for him to say something as he came back to the bed, lowered himself beside her. And then he did the most perfect thing—without a word he pulled her into his arms.
Gigi went to him. It was absolutely where she wanted to be.
Her heart was beating so fast.
She mustn’t read too much into it.
This was animal warmth, she told herself. It was natural to cling together after their bodies had come to know each other so well, so fast. Natural to take what was on offer—body heat, a fleeting sense of security—to take comfort.
She closed her eyes and took the comfort. Told herself this elated feeling was merely part of the natural high after great sex. Told herself so many silly things. But in the end, with her cheek pressed against his shoulder, the warmth and solidity of him against her, she felt like staying there all night. Longer. Eternally.
