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She could feel his heart beating for several precious, beautiful moments as she absorbed the shocking intensity of their joining. And it occurred to her that for all his flaws—and she was sure she didn’t even know the half of them—Kamal Zokan had made her first time magnificent.
But then he lifted off her, withdrawing slowly as she released him with difficulty.
He rolled away from her onto his back. ‘That was good, yes?’ he said.
‘Yes,’ she replied, stupidly touched he would ask.
Get a grip, Liah. It’s just sex, remember? Sex and chemistry. Really spectacular chemistry.
Which had to be why she couldn’t stem the surge of joy and gratitude making her throat close and her heart hurt.
His large hand landed on her thigh, his thumb caressing the bare skin in a lazily possessive manner that only made her heart thunder harder.
A renewed jolt of pleasure shot through her exhausted flesh, despite the soreness at her core.
Down, girl.
She shifted, ready to pull away from his touch. But then he rolled towards her and tucked her body into the lee of his. She could feel the thick length, still semi-firm, pressed into her bottom. His breathing slowed to an even rhythm as his arms wrapped around her waist.
Her heart jolted and swelled, disturbing her even more.
Prince Kamal’s a snuggler... Who would have guessed?
‘Sleep now.’ His deep voice rumbled against her back. ‘Then we can go again when I am recovered.’
Her heart jolted. But, instead of feeling indignant at his arrogance, and the assumption she would stay in his arms all night without being asked, all she felt was the stupid pulse of gratitude that he would want her.
His breathing deepened behind her, his arm becoming heavier as he relaxed into sleep.
She lay staring at the full moon through the latticed window, breathing in the potent perfume of night jasmine from the garden below—which had enchanted her as a girl and flavoured all those foolish dreams—and tried to gather her shattered wits. But the perfume of the night garden was masked by the even more compelling scent of sex, sweat and him.
She forced herself to ignore the painful squeeze in her ribs as she became aware of the soreness between her legs. She couldn’t stay, and certainly didn’t want to risk another session or she might mistake the pain in her ribs for something other than endorphins.
But, even so, when she finally managed to tug herself out of his arms she couldn’t quite make herself believe that what had happened between them meant nothing.
She dressed furtively in the moonlight, then rushed through the shadowy palace corridors back to the safety of her own rooms, while the ache in her chest refused to ease.
And as she washed the scent of him from her body, far too aware of all the places where he had touched and caressed her, she couldn’t seem to wash away the fear she had lost an important part of herself.
CHAPTER FOUR
LIAHWOKEASthe knocking in her head became real.
She groaned, every single spot Kamal had explored last night aching in unison.
‘Who is it?’ she shouted. And what time was it? Because bright daylight was shining through the screen on her terrace.
Damn, she must have over-slept. A lot.
‘It is Aisha, Highness,’ came the reply, from one of her mother’s private secretaries. ‘Their Majesties ask that you join them in the Sheikh’s private study as soon as possible.’
That was weird—she only ever got called to her dad’s study on official business or when she’d screwed up.
‘Okay, do you know what this is about?’ Liah asked, sitting up and clasping her sheet to her tender breasts as Aisha popped her head around the bed-chamber door.
‘I am not at liberty to say, Your Highness,’ the usually level-headed woman said as she flushed a deep red. ‘But they require your presence as soon as possible...’
Heat burned in Liah’s cheeks. Had her parents spotted Kamal and her high-tailing it out of the reception last night?
