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This? This was something else entirely.
The tent was enormous, with a bed laid out on the floor – beautifully decorated with pink and turquoise fabric and cushions. There was a table, low to the ground, with cushions scattered around it, and the top of the tent was made of a gauze-like material, so she could clearly see the blue sky through it. At night, it would be stunning.
“Are we… staying here?” She asked, turning to frown him.
“Yes.” His eyes narrowed. “If that’s acceptable?”
She hid a smile, his apparent desire to seem like he was consulting her so at odds with his usual behavior that she couldn’t help but be amused by it. “And if it’s not?”
“The helicopter will be brought anytime you like.”
He was prepared to call her bluff; he really was trying to respect her wishes.
She nodded, courage buried deep within her. She called on it, stepping forward. “I don’t want to go anywhere.” She put her hand on his chest, her fingers splayed wide.
He stared at her and his expression was one of relief. Only for a moment, but that was enough. They’d been dancing around it, but they both wanted this, each other. This moment, together.
That was enough.
Whatever happened next, she would deal with it.
He lifted her around the waist and this time, it wasn’t to put her on a horse, it wasn’t for any purpose except to hold her body to his.
“I want to be with you,” he groaned, taking her mouth, holding her against him and tangling his tongue with hers, meshing their lips as his hands reached for her hair, pulling at it, releasing it from the confines of its style.
“Yes,” she nodded, her hands on his shoulders, pushing at his shirt, needing to find his flesh.
“Men will bring lunch any minute,” he said with a shake of his head. “And I would prefer them not to see you naked.”
She pulled away from him, her smile teasing.
“Well, I am wearing a dress,” she pointed out, so that his eyes flared wide and he groaned, reaching a hand under her skirt, finding her bottom, feeling her flesh beneath the elastic of her underpants.
“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.”
