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If this was what she might expect from Jamal for her first ever sexual encounter then she’d be deliriously happy, because once he found out her ploy she doubted she’d ever enjoy hot sex with him again. He’d be too busy hating on her and giving her the cold shoulder.
In the meantime this dream would have to suffice. That it wasn’t real mattered little, she’d go with the flow and enjoy every second of her vivid imagination.
Her dream lover deftly removed her clothes, air touching her exposed body while his rumble of appreciation sent needy shivers down her spine. His hands ran up and down her torso, leaving goose bumps in their wake, his mouth closing over the tip of one breast before his tongue laved the hard peak of her nipple.
Sparks ignited and heat escalated, and she arched her back with a sigh of pleasure as electricity danced through her and centered at her core. She almost wished she was a harem girl herself if this was how sex affected her.
He released her breast and she squirmed, aching at the loss of contact. His dark chuckle reverberated through her—so tangible she’d swear it was real—then his hot mouth closed over her other breast, her untrained body reveling in the exquisite sensation of his mouth, hands and tongue on her.
“So incredibly beautiful and responsive.”
Her senses screamed with awareness and her eyes jerked open.Shit.She hadn’t been dreaming! Sheikh Jamal looked down at her with a satisfied smile and heated eyes, his gorgeous body as naked as her own.
But though she was drawn to his seductive touch and looks, it was instinctive to stiffen with rejection while words of rebuffal formed. How dare he imagine for one second he could lay a finger on her!
This is what you want, remember?
Jamal’s eyes hardened fractionally. “It’s a bit too late now for second thoughts, angel. And though you might be here for my pleasure, I’ll make sure your pleasure is great, too.”
She swallowed hard.Oh, crap.Was she ready for this? She might have had a few years in England to broaden her horizons and finish her business and modern languages degree but she’d never be uninhibited like so many western women. Paradoxically, while she’d found some of them crass and too easy with their charms, they’d accused of being an ice queen.
If only they’d known how close to the truth they’d been. She’d never revealed she was a sheikha, yet everyone had labelled her as royalty—even if it’d been of the superficial kind.
She managed a smile that she hoped was sexy. “Then what are you waiting for Sheikh Jamal?”
His gaze sparked, and he reached for her nearest hand to place it on his steel-hard shaft. She automatically clasped him, her pulse accelerating at his long, satiny smoothness. That he was so damn big left her breathless and a little dizzy. How would he even fit inside her? She hid a betraying gulp and instead moved her hand experimentally up and down his length.
His breath shuddered out, his lashes sweeping low and concealing his thoughts. She had no clue what she was doing but guessed she was doing something right. His clenched jaw and taut shoulders said he was already on the edge. That he was gratified by her simple touch boosted her confidence.
“Do you like that?” she asked huskily, increasing the speed of her strokes before he clamped hold of her hand to still her.
“Keep doing that and I’ll spill my seed before I’m even inside you.”
Shockwaves of delight pulsed through her. She supposed that was ayes,then.
His dark, gleaming eyes held hers. “And I’m sure neither one of us wants that. I want you screaming out my name as we come together.”
He bent and kissed her even as she stiffened at the dawning realization she was risking more than her reputation by having sex with him. What had she been thinking? She wasn’t on birth control like many harem girls were.
Before she could voice objection, he aligned his cock between her legs and thrust his length deep inside her.
She cried out at the red-hot, searing burn, her inner muscles stretched so far beyond capability, the pain took away all thought or comprehension.
Jamal stilled and sucked in a shocked breath. “What the hell?”
He stared down at her for a beat, a savage curse spilling from his lips just as the bedroom suite door crashed open.
Her father stood inside the doorway. His face blanched as he visibly recoiled at the scene below him. “Yasmine! What is this?” he roared.
It was an outer body experience to look at the man she was somehow related to by blood. Sometimes she wondered how it was possible when they were so very different. That she was numb to everything, including his rage, had to be a good thing. “What does it look like, Dad?”
“Dad?”Jamal echoed, his features drawing tight. Sucking in a pained breath, he withdrew from her and stood shamelessly nude beside the bed, his cock as hard as a pike and his face even harder. He might have been some fearless pagan God facing a coming battle.
Yasmine grimaced at their separation that wasn’t just a physical loss. Despite them being little more than strangers, the loss between them was emotional, too. It took everything she had not to reach for him and instead cover her body with a blanket.
That she felt little better than pond scum when Shakira moved to stand behind Yasmine’s father likeshewas the queen of the flaming realm only exacerbated everything a hundred fold.
Clearly Shakira hadn’t believed Zameer was staying the night with Yasmine’s mother.
