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‘I almost did too.’
‘Thank you. For remembering.’
He kissed her more gently, reassuringly, parting her thighs with his palm and locking himself against her, as he had been before. She lifted her hips and this time, he didn’t hold himself back. He drove his cock into her, his hands digging into her hips to hold her steady as he took control of her body and made her, completely, his.
CHAPTER FOUR
IT WAS A pleasure unlike any she’d ever known. Her breathing was heavy as she lay on his bed, waiting for sanity, normality, reason to intrude. Her orgasm—no, her orgasms, because he’d driven her over the edge of pleasure several times in a row—was still dissipating, her body felt heavy and weak at the same time as strong beyond belief, and his body, spent at last, was heavy on hers, his own breathing torn from him with silent torment. She ran her fingernails down his back, his skin warm and smooth, curving over his buttocks, and she smiled like the cat that’d got the cream.
Professionally, this had the potential to be a complete disaster, but in that moment, she didn’t care. She pushed up and kissed his shoulder, tasting salt there and moaning softly. He was still inside her and she felt him respond, his beautiful cock jerking at her kiss. A sense of power swelled inside her, because he was as much of a slave to this as she was.
‘I...didn’t think that would happen when I came here tonight,’ she said, when finally her breathing had slowed sufficiently to enable her to speak.
He pushed up on one elbow, so she could make out the features of his face against the darkness of the room. ‘Do you regret it?’
‘Nope
.’
His teeth were white, so she could see them in his smile. ‘Me neither.’ He dropped a kiss to one of her temples and then pushed away from her, standing and striding towards the bathroom. When he opened the door, more light flooded the room. She was so familiar with its décor but now she saw it through new eyes—and always would. He would leave soon, and someone else would occupy this suite of rooms, but the rooms would be overlaid with ghosts of her time with the Sheikh of the RKH for ever.
‘I’ve never done this before,’ she blurted out, hating the thought of him believing this was a regular occurrence for her. He reappeared, a towel wrapped around his waist, and now he reached for the wall and flicked a light on, so she was stark naked against the crisp white hotel sheets. She reached for the quilt, at the foot of the bed, pulling it up to cover herself.
‘Don’t.’ And he was imperious, a ruler of a country, his command used to being obeyed. She stilled, her eyes lifting to his. ‘I want to see you.’
Her mouth went dry, her throat completely thick, as he stood where he was but let his eyes feast upon her body. And she let him, remaining where she was, naked and exposed, her flesh marked with patches of red from where his stubbled jaw had grated against her, or where his mouth had kissed and sucked her flesh until it grew pink. Her cheeks were warm but still she stayed where she was, grateful there was no mirror within eye line that could show her the picture she made, or self-consciousness might have dictated that she ignore him and seek cover.
But she wouldn’t have anyway, because the look in his face was so loaded with admiration and pleasure, with need and desire, that she could do nothing but lie there and watch him enjoy her. It was ridiculous, given how completely he’d satisfied her, but desire began to roll through her like an unrelenting wave, so she was full of want for him all over again.
It was so different from how she’d felt about Max. When they’d made love it had been...nice, at best. He hadn’t ever driven her to orgasm, and he sure as heck hadn’t seemed to care. But the closeness had been welcome, and she’d been too caught up in his lies by then to question whether it was enough for her.
‘I didn’t know it could be like this,’ she whispered, unable to hold his eyes at the admission. She heard him approaching her, then felt his hands reaching for hers, pulling her to a sitting position first then to stand in front of him.
‘No?’ A gravelled question, his eyes roaming her face. She kept her gaze focussed to the right of his shoulder.
She didn’t feel any need to obfuscate the truth with this man, even when the difference in their experience level might have rationally caused her to feel a little immature and embarrassed. ‘My ex...my ex-husband...and I weren’t exactly...we never...it wasn’t like this.’ She finished with a frustrated shake of her head. ‘Now I get what all the fuss is about.’
He was very still, his Adam’s apple jerking in his throat. ‘You were married?’
‘A long time ago.’
‘You’re twenty-four years old. It can’t have been that long...’
‘I left him a week after my twenty-first birthday.’ Some present. Finding that her bank accounts had been emptied, and a mortgage taken out on her mother’s home. All the security she’d thought she’d had, after her mother’s death, had evaporated alongside the marriage she’d believed to be a decent one.
He lifted his hands, cupping her cheeks, and now when she looked at him he was staring at her in that magical way of his, as though he could read her mind when she wasn’t speaking.
‘Do you want to talk about it?’
‘No.’ She smiled to soften the blunt refusal. ‘He took enough from me. I don’t want to let him into this, with you.’
Curiosity flared in his gaze, and anger too, but not directed at her. It was the opposite. She felt his anger directed at Max and it was somehow bonding and reassuring—in that the whole ‘enemy of my enemy is my friend’ kind of way.
‘He was a bastard,’ she said, the small elaboration a courtesy, more than anything. ‘I’m better off without him.’
His nod was short. ‘The food will be cold. Are you hungry?’
‘I have no objection to cold food,’ she assured him quickly. ‘Besides, I’d rather not be interrupted.’
