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A glance into his face showed her actions hadn’t displeased him. He was just as unconcerned about who witnessed her bold touch.
Instead, amusement mingled with weighted arousal and thick anticipation. Which then morphed into ferocious intent the longer she kept his gaze.
‘Tell me what you want, Lauren,’ he demanded hoarsely.
She knew what he was asking. It was what she’d spent every second denying from the moment she’d stepped into his office...was it only yesterday? She’d lived ten lifetimes since those tense moments.
So why not one more? It would be short, of course. But she would be in his arms. She would kiss those sensual, masterful lips. She would experience those hands on her body, his thick shaft moving inside her. All that sublime power unleashed on her.
She swayed closer, her tongue gliding out to wet her lips as desire moved like honey through her veins.
He made a sound in his throat, a cross between frustration and warning. The hand imprisoning hers on his chest squeezed, a firm insistence that she answer.
‘I want the freedom...to be with you.’
To find myself with you the way I did twelve years ago.
CHAPTER EIGHT
SHEDIDN’TSAYthose words out loud, of course. She was many things, but she wasn’t a fool, and the last thing she wanted was to throw the anvil of that reminder between them. Not now. Not when he’d steered her into believing she could be something different. Something more.
That the kernel ofsomethingshe’d refused to nurture because it resembled betrayal wasn’t that at all. It’d been self-preservation. A compass that had refused to stay hidden because it was vital to who she was meant to be. Tahir had forced her to dig it free. To dust it off and dare to look at where it pointed.
He’d given her that.
And if he wanted her as much as she wanted him...wasn’t that just the icing on the cake?
‘Take me to bed, Tahir,’ she breathed, every emotion she’d felt for this man shaking through her. ‘I want you,’ she added, just so there was no confusion.
She gasped when he immediately wrapped one muscled arm around her, pulled her close to plaster her to his body.
No, the Sheikh of Jukrat didn’t care who witnessed his heated interaction with her.
Why that thrilled her from the roots of her hair to her very toes, she was thankfully saved from exploring when he lowered his head and sealed her mouth with his. His tongue swept inside, stroking hers with slow, firm glides that tunnelled desire straight between her legs. Even before she released his tunic to wind both hands around his neck, her panties were damp, her clitoris swollen and needy, her arousal a tsunami already threatening to sweep her away.
Lauren barely felt him move her backward, didn’t care where he was taking her. The cool touch of a solid wall behind her was immediately ameliorated by the hard, living flame of Tahir’s body caging hers.
He feasted on her with animalistic intensity and relish, raw sounds rasping from his throat as he plundered her mouth. His fingers drove into her hair, firm fingers angling her head for better access.
And she gave it to him. Gave her all to the searing kiss that felt as vital as breathing, the fire of it sweeping through her, branding her.
One hand dropped to claim her hip, to drag her even closer so she couldn’t mistake the force of his arousal against her belly. Lauren moaned, need building until she believed she would combust.
But then, Tahir moved again, lifting his head to place a little distance between them. Fevered eyes raked her face, lingering on her swollen mouth before he exhaled audibly.
‘As much as I want to take you right here, right now, I don’t think my people are ready to be scandalised by their Sheikh in such a manner, do you?’ he rasped.
‘Won’t they mind you leaving them?’ she asked, even though she was more than willing to be done with the celebration.
‘They’ve had more than enough of me. Now it’s your turn.’
The intent and promise in his voice melted her from the inside out, the thought of wasting any more time dragging a frustrated moan to her throat. Luckily, she managed to swallow it back down, but Tahir’s nostrils flared nonetheless at whatever he read in her face.
‘You would drag a man to his doom,habibti,’ he declared thickly.
‘Then it’s a good thing you’re not just any man, isn’t it?’ She didn’t know where she found the wherewithal to tease but greedy flames of excitement lit through her when he gave a helpless groan.
His fingers encircled her wrist, dragging her from the wall. Guards and servants bowed and stepped back as he strode through the villa.
