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“And kids?”
“Allah willing. If not from our bodies then through adoption.”
I nodded. I couldn’t argue with that. There were so many children out there who needed parents who would love them with everything in them.
“I want both.”
“Then it is yours.Inshallah.”
Warmth flowed through me, bringing with it more happiness than I’d ever dreamed of—and I’d been on cloud nine since reclaiming my place in my family.
“What does that mean?Inshallah?”
“If Allah wills it.”
Hugging closer, I leaned my forehead to his, tightening my legs and feeling him pressing to my center, hard and thick. “I like that. If Allah wills it. You have my permission to ask me when the time comes.”
“Good.” His hand buried in the back of my hair, and he kissed me hungrily, infusing all his desire into the way his lips moved over mine. I groaned, trying to get even closer to him. Call it the sand, the ocean, the moonlight? It was all casting a spell over me. I needed him.
“Please tell me you’re not one to wait until after marriage,” he muttered as he kissed along my jaw and down the column of my throat to nip where it met my shoulder.
“I’m not a girl who even wants to wait until we’re in private,” I breathed. “But that might scandalize my family.”
“Can we leave? Is there more to stay for?” he asked urgently.
“I think we can sneak away. I’ll text Marcia and let her know we’re leaving. What’s closer? Your place or my hotel room.”
“My place.” He helped me to my feet, and my body protested the distance from his. I wanted his heat pressing against me again. As if feeling the same way, he tugged me into him. “I want you in my bed. At my place.”
“I want that, too.”
We left my car there, and Marcia promised it would be fine until morning. Part of the rental agreement since the city didn’t want anyone driving while impaired.
Tarek’s apartment was in a complex just a couple blocks away. We didn’t speak on the way, though our hands wandered as much as possible and safe while he drove.
“This is it,” he said, sounding nervous as he opened the door. Perhaps because his brother was a sheik, which meant his father had been, which in turn meant they all came from wealth. And the apartment was small and plain, not the type of place you’d expect from someone accustomed to more opulent surroundings.
I glanced around the tidy space, noting he didn’t have much here, but I didn’t actually care. If he had a bed, even an air mattress, I was just fine. I was here for Tarek and not his accommodations.
I turned to him. “It’s nice, but I’m more interested in you kissing me and fulfilling your promises.”
“What promise is that?” he asked, scooping me up and carrying me to his bedroom with fast, long strides. I hugged my arms around him to hold on, but the gentle way he bent to deposit me onto the bed said he would never let me fall.
“The one where you’re going to take me so hard tonight that I’ll never want to leave.”
“Oh… That one,” he said, as if he’d actually uttered those words. He hadn’t, but I was claiming the promise anyway.
His hands glided up from my bare feet to the edge of my shorts. I hadn’t even bothered to grab my shoes before we’d left.
“I forgot my sandals,” I murmured.
“I’ll buy you new ones. All the shoes these perfect little feet need or want.” He tugged at the bottom of my shorts. “All the clothes you want for this luscious, curvy,sexybody.”
I lifted my hips, letting him pull off the pants. I reached for his shirt, wanting it off. I’d seen him without it plenty of times, but I wanted to run my fingers over that smooth hard skin while I explored him.
“I don’t need all that,” I said, shivering at the feel of his warm skin against mine. “I just want you.”
Chapter Eleven
