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‘What if someone comes?’
‘They wouldn’t dare without my summons,’ he told her, but that made Maggie feel no better. Occasional echoes of laughter still carried from the harem, and the music, though distant, beat like a pulse through her. ‘You’re overdressed for thehammam,’ he told her.
Maggie knew that she was.
But she felt more than just overdressed; she felt ill-equipped to be in such a sensual space, one where even the water ran red.
One night with the Sheikh was all she had known but, oh, how she wanted more! Instead, she stood frozen by her own inexperience.
And though Ilyas wanted her to come closer, her hesitation was fetching.
‘If you don’t undress,’ Ilyas told her, ‘I will insist again that you dance.’
And then he smiled and Maggie found that she did too, and the fear lessened.
He watched as she undid the wrap, and when it dropped to the floor he saw she was dressed in the bikini she had worn in the photos.
Ilyas had wanted her on sight and his body’s response to her creamy flesh was the same as it had been even before they’d met.
In fact, it was heightened, for he now knew every inch of that body. He had tasted her deep and had climaxed to her moans.
‘Come here,’ he told her again, though with impatience now, for he was not used to delivering an order twice.
But again she did not comply.
He stood and stepped out of the black harem pants. The sight of him naked still made her nervous, albeit deliciously so. He was erect, hugely so, and that stunning body was primed for action. She felt as if a hand had slipped into her stomach and was squeezing her tight; even her lungs did not seem able to drag in the cold night air at the sight of him so potently ready for her.
They eyed each other from opposite sides of the pool and when Maggie still did not make her way over on his command, Ilyas dived in and she watched as he powerfully stroked through the water towards her.
Ilyas rose and stood, the surface of the water caressing his chest in small, choppy waves. She wondered if he would grab at her ankle or climb from the pool.
He did neither.
She felt cruelly denied now that the water had stolen his glorious body from her view. A surge of confidence had her accept that she was past being shy with him.
Always she had hidden her nakedness.
Her gypsy life had meant a lot of new bathrooms, and it was always in there that Maggie dressed.
Not here in Zayrinia.
And not tonight.
Maggie lifted her hands and slipped them behind her back, undoing the knot, then she pulled off the top of her bikini. She liked the alert gaze of his eyes on her body and the heat of tense impatience that transcended the cool night air.
Then she slipped down the bikini bottom and stepped out of it. Finally she took a step forward to join him in the pool.
‘Stay there a moment,’ he told her, for he wanted to capture her naked beauty and remember this vision for ever.
Her teeth pressed into her bottom lip as she fought not to touch herself. Her breasts ached and her tender sex throbbed with want.
Ilyas watched for a moment until he could no longer resist her. He held out his hands and without a word she slipped into the water.
The water was delicious—warm, even a little hot. Her foot briefly met the stone floor but he was waiting and his arm pulled her that last distance towards him. She lost her footing so there was no firm ground beneath her, only the solid feel of Ilyas and their wet, naked skin slithering together.
He claimed her mouth and this time did not wait for her lips to part; he forced in his tongue and pulled her close. His kiss was rough and savage but so was Maggie’s. Her anger, the impending loss were drowned out with the frenzied exchange of their mouths.
She coiled her legs tight around his bottom and kissed him back with all the passion the future denied them.
