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“That’s fascinating, but you do realise it tells me nothing.”
He grinned, and shifted his hips again, so that she felt him anew. “You are curious for a woman who insists she wants just sex.”
“I’m being polite.”
“No,” he chastised lightly. “You are being inquisitive.”
“So?” She shrugged. “Isn’t it human nature to wonder about people?”
“Yes,” he conceded, rolling away from her. Despite the stirrings of his arousal, he had broken their connection and she felt an instant weight of disappointment.
“So?” She turned her head to face him, but he continued to look up at the intricate chandelier above them.
“Which question would you like answered first?”
“Where are you from?”
“A faraway kingdom.”
She propped up on one elbow, so that she could stare down at him. It brought her exposed breasts close to his cheek, and she scanned behind him for the blanket she’d used earlier. It was too far to reach so she stayed where she was. It was too late for coyness now, anyway.
“Like in a fairy tale,” she teased.
“Yes, except I am no knight in shining armour, and you are no innocent damsel awaiting rescuing.”
Her smile was bright, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Why would he think anything of her but what she’d shown him? A brash, sexually demanding woman in very expensive shoes?
“Those knights and damsels get pretty boring after a while.”
He nodded. “My thoughts exactly.” He lifted onto his elbow, mirroring her position. He ran a finger down her side, watching its progress. He traced circles around her hips, and then moved it lower, to the core of her being. He pressed it into her, watching as her eyes hooded in an instant response to the sensual invasion. “A damsel in distress would have far too much virtue to allow me to do this,” he ran his finger in a circular motion, brushing against all of her most sensitive nerve fibres.
And though her pleasure centres were spiralling out of control, she still felt the hurt that laced her heart. “More fool the damsel,” she whispered, hoping the pain in her voice wouldn’t be obvious to him.
But Layth Sati did not miss a thing. He focussed his rapier-like gaze onto her face thoughtfully. “It is not a criticism,” he continued to tease her, making her skin flush and her breathing laboured.
She was beyond speech. He could play her body like an instrument. She was completely at his disposal. He watched as she climaxed; fascinated by the way her eyes fluttered shut, blocking him out from the intimate moment.
Cassie groaned softly, her body weak from the continual assault of pleasure. She pulled away from him, ignoring the pang of reluctance, and stood. Her legs were unsteady and her stomach was churning. She was out of her depth. This man wasn’t like the guys she usually went for. He wasn’t usual at all. She walked shakily away from him; she needed, suddenly, to have some space.
He was following her. It wasn’t that she heard him, nor that she felt him. But somehow, she just knew. He was right behind her.
She bent down for her dress, but he snatched it off the ground first. She whipped around, her eyes bright.
“Allow me.” His voice was rasped. He slipped the dress over her head, so gently that she felt a hit of emotion.
She swallowed it away and cleared her throat. “Thank you.”
His hands ran over her hips, straightening the dress into place.
“Have a meal with me before you go.”
Before you go. Cassie had been about to walk out the door, so why should his statement upset her? She shook her head, on autopilot now.
Her bag. Where did she leave it? She cast about and remembered placing it carelessly on a table in the lounge area.
She brushed past him, ignoring the wave of awareness that caused her stomach to roll. She scooped her bag up and clasped it in her hands, to hide her shaking fingers.
“Cassie.” His voice had the power to send an army of shakes down her spine.
