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Still firm and demanding, Hakim lowered her to the floor, and laid her with a surprisingly gentle touch onto a thick carpet. He pressed his body to hers, his weight a delight on top of her, as he moved slowly, stoking her fires anew.
“Hakim,” she moaned on a long, slow breath. “I can’t… do this… again…” she dug her fingers into her hair, and pulled them through the blonde lengths, her blue eyes clouded with desire, as his every movement sent more and more darts of sensation shooting through her body.
“Yes, you can,” he contradicted, as he laced his fingers through hers and splayed her arms wide above her head. His accent was heavy, as always, when he was driven by his emotions rather than logic. “And you will do this again and again and again, for the rest of your life.”
And although she felt like her body was being stimulated all over, still, she fought what he suggested. “I can’t marry you. It’s crazy. This is just sex. And it was a stupid idea. Stupid idea sex.” She gasped as he kissed her neck, his tongue light, his breath warm, against the sensitive skin there.
“Yes, for both of us. But it is also damned good sex.” He lifted his head just long enough to lock her eyes with his, in a long, direct stare. A shared look of understanding. Each was as overwhelmed as the other, when it came to what their physical beings had shared. “You played with fire, habibte, and you got burned. Live with it.”
He drove her inexorably towards another crescendo of feeling and emotion, and she rode it, unconsciously moaning as her body careened to fever pitch. She called his name as she burst with pleasure. For the briefest of seconds, as sensual release made her body weak and her mind discombobulated, Phoebe actually thought that she could marry him. That she would be lucky to marry him. If he could only keep giving her experiences like what they’d just shared, she would do just about anything for him.
CHAPTER SIX
“I’m hot,” she complained groggily, once the sexual fervor had receded a little. She lay on her bed, naked, and satiated, her body exhausted, her mind a jumble of tiredness and alertness.
He angled his face to look at her, and the moment dark eyes met pale, she inhaled sharply. He was so beautiful. Hyper masculine, with ridged cheek bones and a strong jaw line, but mesmerizingly, hauntingly beautiful too. His eyes were so very dark, and the lashes that framed them were thick and curled, giving him an almost enigmatic look. He pressed his finger lightly to the hollow at the base of her neck and slowly trailed it down, between the valley formed by her breasts, to her navel.
“Mehran is hot,” he agreed throatily. “You will adapt.”
Actually, she loved the heat. She just wasn’t used to the kind of exertion they’d just indulged in.
Phoebe stayed quiet. She didn’t want to discuss his ridiculous proposition at that point. It would lead to an argument, and she knew arguing with Hakim would never work out well for her. He was too powerful, too clever, and far, far too persuasive.
Her cheeks flushed as she remembered how she had felt, the last time they’d been together. Like she would walk over the hot fires of hell if he was her reward. If he kept insisting on marriage, she was in serious danger of accepting.
And no way could she do it.
Could she?
With effort, Phoebe broke away from his intense stare, turning her head to look towards her window. The sun was shining and the sky was the richest blue she’d ever seen. “What time is it?”
Hakim’s sigh was deep. “Definitely time for me to attend to some business.”
Phoebe’s heart lurched painfully in her chest, bringing a swift frown to her face. What was that all about? Why did she have such a physical reaction to the idea of him leaving? She forced a smile to her face. “And time for me to … well, do nothing, I suppose.”
Unexpectedly, he straddled her, pinning her to the bed with his muscled thighs. “You are bored.”
“No,” she corrected hastily. “On the contrary, this is the first time in my life when I’ve had nothing to do. It’s… nice.”
His smile was slow and lazy. “Do not get used to it. I plan to keep you busy, you know.”
She gulped silently, her blue eyes enormous in her face. Desire blossomed in her stomach. Treacherous, hateful sexual attraction, that was making her brain a slave to her body. “I thought you had to work?” She prompted, before she could beg him to move inside her once more.
“I do.” He stood swiftly, and the sense of desolation was immediate.
Phoebe ignored it. She had to. She could not let her body be so easily pulled into an obsessive vortex of need.
He dressed efficiently, but with a stately sense of calm.
“We will have dinner tonight.”
“Oh, we will, will we?” Phoebe asked archly, rubbing the cotton sheet between her fingers, arranging it to cover her body.
“I will send someone for you.”
“Gee, thanks,” she muttered with a small flicker of her eyes. Irrational annoyance filled her body.
“We have much to discuss.”
