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“So you are, Sheikha.”
His hands cupped her and held her close to him so she wrapped her hips around his waist and the skirt she wore made a loud noise as it split down one side.
“Oh, God,” she laughed, pressing her face into his shoulder. “So much for subtlety.”
He didn’t answer. His hands were pushing the waistband of his pants lower, releasing his arousal. He nudged her underpants aside, just enough for him to slide inside of her, and then she cried out, tilting her head back as he filled her completely. He stood, so strong, so confident, and using his hands, he lifted her body up and down, so that within seconds Chloe was at a fever pitch of sensual heat.
When she tumbled into the abyss of pleasure, it was with her eyes lifted heavenwards. He held her to him and exploded seconds behind her, and all she could think as their voices mingled and their bodies quivered with energy, was that she felt… complete.
“You’re not close to your brother.” It wasn’t a question, yet across a table that was laden with local delicacies, Chloe met Raffa’s eyes and saw the enquiry there.
“No.” She scooped some berries onto her plate and stabbed one with a fork.
“Because of the age difference?”
Her smile was a wry twist of her lips. “There is the same age gap between you and me as there is between him and me. Do you think it makes us incompatible?”
His frown creased his brow. “So there’s another reason for your estrangement?”
She shook her head. “We’re not estranged.” She tasted the berry, taking her time.
“How would you characterize your relationship with him?”
“Not close,” she answered immediately. “It’s difficult to explain to someone like you. An only child, I mean. You couldn’t imagine the sort of resentments siblings – half-siblings especially – feel. He had every reason to despise me before I was even born. I took his father away.” She pushed another berry into her mouth, her eyes not meeting Raffa’s. “He had a happy family and then Diego met my mother and I was born and everything changed for him.”
“Not for long though,” Raffa muttered, his disapproval difficult to conceal.
“No.” The word was wry. “But the damage was done.”
“He was a grown man when you were still a child.”
“Not quite,” Chloe smiled.
Raffa’s eyes lanced hers and she knew he understood, that he was smiling with her. Her heart thumped. He pushed on with the conversation. “And now? You are both adults, yet you are not friends.”
“We’re not not friends,” she said thoughtfully. “We’re more like strangers. I suppose that must sound strange – we share a father, after all – but biology is only part of the equation, as it turns out.”
“It doesn’t sound strange to me,” Raffa demurred intently. “On the contrary, I perfectly understand what you’re saying.”
It was more than she’d expected and she felt a sharp jolt of connection forge between them.
“Do you regret our marriage?”
The question was asked softly, and she jerked her eyes to his, seeing pain in his face, and a sense of concern that had her almost doubling over with surprise. “Why would you ask that?”
Did he regret their marriage? Was this a prelude to a conversation she simply couldn’t bear to have?
“No.” The smile was grim. “Our marriage makes as much sense now as ever.”
Talk about being damned with faint praise. She was so much more in love with him than she’d been when she’d first agreed to this. Then, he’d simply been an enigmatic, sexy King – and a way to earn her father’s praise, and please Malik. But now? She was in love with all of him.
How could she explain that without sounding crazy?
A loud voice came from outside the palace. In the native language, she heard,
“Your highness! You must come at once.”
The look he threw her was laced with exasperation. “Excuse me.” But as he stood, he reached for her hand and lifted it to his lips, the gesture so sweet and so sensual that her stomach was laced with knots.
