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Sex was addling his brain. Throwing on a dressing gown, he stepped out onto the terrace, choosing to let Lauren sleep.
Hell, he welcomed it to sort through his own thoughts. The sun had gone down, and his nomadic guests would be readying to leave so they could arrive at another oasis before midday tomorrow.
For a single moment, he envied their freedom. To do as they wished. No greater responsibility than fulfilling their next desires. With whomever they chose. Without consequence or duty or politics dictating their actions.
He...yearned for that.
Forgive her, and you can have it...
The voice whispered on a breeze, ruffling his hair and further unsettling his emotions. Was it a lack of sleep directing his thoughts this way?
A sharp intake of breath brought all his thoughts crashing to a halt.
But he didn’t turn around. Because in that moment, Tahir knew the thing he yearned for the most was the woman rousing from his bed. The woman he sensed coming closer.
Her scent, mingled with the sweat and sex they’d heartily indulged in, reached his nostrils before she did. He attempted to brace himself but that infernal emotion punched through him again when she slid her body...hernear nakedbody, against his.
‘I didn’t mean to fall asleep,’ she murmured, her voice sleep-husky, sexy and far too alluring to be borne with the types of thoughts he was having.
‘It was your time to do with as you wished.’
He felt her stiffen ever so slightly and felt a tinge of regret for dragging up the reason for their game. The culmination of which he was still unsure how to deal with.
He pushed that thought out of his mind for the moment, and, because he seemed incapable of resisting her, he wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her between him and the stone balustrade of his terrace. Then almost wished he hadn’t when a quick glance down confirmed she was draped in nothing but the saffron silk wrap she’d worn over her attire this evening.
Instantly, he felt his body rise, his blood thrumming quicker through his veins.
‘The sand ran out a minute ago. I turned it so it’s your time now,’ she murmured, her far too tempting lips so close. So sumptuous.
‘Then I have in mind exactly what I wish to do.’
He scooped her up, revelling in her gasp and the way her arms instantly curled around his neck.
Addictive.
Obsessive.
Dangerous.
All words that pounded through his brain, attempting to pull the brakes on something he suspected was already too late as he strode in sure steps past secret, darkened hallways and courtyards to another treasured destination.
There, he listened to her gasp again, watched pleasure unfurl on her face as she glanced around her.
‘Where are we?’
‘My private bath chamber.’
Her eyes widened. ‘Another one?’
‘No one uses this one but me.’
He let her body slide down his until her feet dropped next to his. Then he was sliding his fingers into her hair, capturing her nape and dragging her closer.
‘I haven’t had nearly enough of you,’ he grunted, the confession torn from his soul.
Her green eyes latched onto his and he could’ve fooled himself that he saw adoration in there. Perhaps even the same yearning that swelled like a billowing sandstorm through him.
