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"No, really," she insisted. "Let me help."
He glanced suddenly out toward the distant horizon. He seemed worried by something.
"What is it?" she asked.
He sighed. "Fells like there might be a sandstorm coming," he explained.
"Really," she said, instantly worried.
He shook his head. "It should be okay. Probably won't be too strong. We get them this time of year. It'll pass."
"And them?" she asked turning to look back at both tents.
"They're secure. No need to worry."
She nodded. "If you say so," she replied. "After all, you're the expert."
He smiled. "I guess you're right," he said and then glanced down at the plates again. "Better be quick getting rid of these."
They both bent down at the same time and their arms and hands crashed together.
Sensation flooded through her at that innocent touch. There was an electric feeling to that collision. Nothing innocent at all.
They both froze, almost unsure what to do next. She looked at him and smiled apologetically. She laughed, wondering if he'd felt the effect of that innocent contact the way she had.
One look into his eyes told her he had. There was need in that look. He gazed deep into her eyes, and she saw his nostril flare slightly.
They both straightened, awkwardly and very slowly. He still hadn't said a word to her, but she could tell what he wanted next. What he needed next.
Then he moved forward and quickly wrapped his arms around her, drawing her hard against him. She gasped, and for one final, brief moment she considered pulling away.
But then the moment was gone and she felt herself lost in the dizzying emotion sweeping through her.
Ahmed gazed into her eyes one last time, and then his head dipped and his lips crashed down upon hers.
Desire ignited inside her, an instantly burning flame as his kiss brought her own need to life. The heat was instant. It flamed into life all throughout her body. It was as if every nerve had been waiting for this.
He kissed her even more eagerly, not holding back, now that he had seized his moment.
Their moment.
His lips were hungry.
No. A voice told her something else. It was much more than hunger.
That kiss was ravenous. He almost seemed to want to devour her.
His lips were moist, but forceful, eagerly seeking pleasure. And, just as insistently giving pleasure.
His tongue probed her mouth and she gasped. Her senses whirled, her heart beating ferociously. Gemma's pulse was pounding in her ears as he continued to take his pleasure. He snaked his fingers through her hair, tugging gently at it. The sensation triggered another wave of pleasure.
She reached her arms around to his back, holding onto him, curling her fingers into the fabric of his robe.
Her reaction seemed to drive him on even more relentlessly. His kiss became firmer, his lips pressing, urgently searching for more. Her breathing quickened.
She'd never felt like this before. Of course, she'd kissed before. But not like this.
No-one had ever kissed her with such a ferocious, primal need.
