Gambling With the Crown(61)
How thrilling it was to hear those words from his mouth. For her. “And I for you,” she said breathlessly.
His mouth claimed hers in a hot, wet, deep kiss that made her back arch up off the cushions. “There’s nothing here I want more than you,” he said urgently, kissing her again and again while she moaned and writhed beneath him.
There was nothing—nothing!—better than having the full power of Kadir al-Hassan focused on her. Oh, no wonder all those women had lost their minds....
No, she told herself. You will not think of that, of them. You will think of nothing but him.
And it wasn’t difficult, not really. Not when his mouth performed such magic on her. He kissed her like a man starved, demanding her passion, her soul. Their tongues met, dueled again and again, sucked each other deep and hard. He found the hem of her shirt and tugged it up and over her head. She thought he would move to her breasts, but he kept kissing her while she wriggled beneath him, flexed her hips and found his hardness. His groan was gratifying.
Emily tried to get her hands beneath his robes, but they were too voluminous and she made a choked sound of frustration. Kadir rocked back on his heels and ripped everything over his head until all that was left was a pair of briefs with a mouthwatering bulge....
Oh my...
“There is nothing in this world more exciting than to have a woman look at me as you are doing right this moment.”
Emily’s gaze flew to his and she realized she’d been staring. Drooling, perhaps.
“You’re a beautiful man, Kadir. Any woman would look at you like I am right now.”
“Yes, but I find it’s more satisfying when it’s you.”
He crawled over her again, lowered all that glorious flesh down onto hers, and she gasped when his naked torso met her skin. She was still wearing her bra and jeans, but right now she wanted to be free of everything and just feel her naked body against his. She ran her hands up his sides, her heart throbbing at the fact she was finally caressing his skin, his muscles.
Kadir was beautifully formed, and he knew it. Right now, she didn’t care that he knew. She only cared that she was finally, finally getting to touch him the way she’d dreamed.
A part of her hated that anyone else had touched him like this. She focused on her hands, on the way her skin was so light against his darkness. He caught one of them and brought it to his lips.
“You are thinking too much, Emily. About other women, other nights. This is about us. There is only you and me here tonight. And there is no one else I’d rather be with.”
She ran her fingers over his sensual lips. “I’ve spent four years escorting women out of your bedroom. You can’t expect me to forget that. Or to forget that I’m no different than they are after all. Wanting you. Craving you. Going mad with the thought of having you.”
His smile was tender. “You are very different.” He dipped his lips to her throat and she arched her neck, moaning softly. “Because I am mad with the thought of having you. And that, you may rest assured, is not a common occurrence.”
He flexed his hips against her center and she caught her breath at the feelings rolling through her. He made her feel special, though she told herself it was only a line. He was good at this, so good.
“The things I want to do to you, Emily,” he said on a groan. “This night is not nearly long enough.”