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She realized the truth. She'd been waiting so long for this. She didn't want it to end.
But it did.
He pulled himself away from her slightly, his body shifting, his head leaning back. His gaze was liquid with desire. His moist lips were open and his breathing was fast. She could see the struggle in him, the battle to hold himself in one piece.
Her own breathing was faster now. She smiled at him. "Qazim," she murmured.
His eyes narrowed. "Grace, I don't know..."
She lifted a finger to his lips. "Don't say anything," she whispered.
She saw confusion in his eyes. The next few moments would be crucial, she realized. For both of them. She knew that whatever she chose in the coming minute or so would decide virtually everything that was important to them both.
His breathing settled slightly. He dipped his head and kiss her on the forehead. She closed her eyes briefly as she savored the sensation of his lips on her skin.
Then a sudden impulse welled up inside her. Something treacherous from the past, but weaker than before. She pushed against that instinctive need to act. It wanted to drive her away from him. Send her racing back to her room.
But, she still had so much to say to him. She still wanted to tell him the one important thing she knew he was waiting to hear.
Impulse took over her and separated herself from him. She was sure she heard him gasp with shock as she turned away from him. Her thoughts were racing uncontrollably.
Suddenly, the quietness of the sitting room looked so appealing. She stepped back inside the sitting room, walking slowly, her hands clasped at her middle.
Terrible doubt clawed at her.
Burning desire was tightening its grip on her heart.
It was like a battle, a war she hadn't wanted.
Still walking slowly, she realized she'd almost reached the front door to his suite. She paused in the narrow corridor. Her heart was thudding and her pulse was pounding in her ears.
She heard him behind her and waited for him to say something.
Anything that would make sense of this madness.
She glanced along the corridor at the open bedroom door. The sight of the bed made her throat tighten, her heartbeat become even more insistent.
Then she felt his hands on her shoulders. Gentle, but firm. She felt his mouth at her neck. He kissed the skin below her ear and she felt a galvanic sensation ripple through every one of her nerves.
Grace gasped and leaned here head closer to him.
This was what she wanted. There was no denying it any longer.
She wanted Qazim.
She turned and he claimed her mouth with one more hungry kiss. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and submitted utterly to him.
She was swept up into a delirium of pleasure, yet again.
Then she felt him take her hand and she followed him down the corridor and into the bedroom.
Grace gazed at the wide bed, feeling anticipation rise within her. They halted at the end of the bed and he kissed her again.
Then he dipped his head, lavishing kisses on the skin of her bare neck and shoulders. Every movement of his mouth sent waves of delight coursing through her body.
She felt his tongue trace delicate lines across her skin. It was as if he was tasting her, consuming her.
He tugged at her dress, wanting more of her. She undid the dress and slid out of it, dropping it to the floor around her feet. In only her bra and panties, she felt suddenly exposed, but he ran his hands down the side of her body, stooping down to kiss her torso, her side and her belly.
