Hidden in the Sheikh's Harem: Christmas at the Castello(29)

'So you had arranged to see her?'

It took Zach a full minute to shift his focus from what his mind was  trying to tell him to what Farah had asked. When he did, he grimaced.  'Yes, but that was before we married and as I said before, I have no  intention of being unfaithful to you. You said you believed me.'

She moved over to the wall of windows and stared outside. 'I do.'

Zach sucked in a slow breath. He'd expected her to be happy at his  declaration so he was beyond perturbed when she ignored him in favour of  staring out at the darkness. Did that mean she didn't believe him?

'I can see the look of doubt on your face but I'm telling you the  truth.' Amy really was in his past because, regardless of what happened  between him and Farah, it had been obvious to Zach tonight that his  brother had called it right about Amy years ago.                       
       
           



       

Wanting to eradicate the far away look on Farah's face, he slipped his  hand down to hold hers, coming into contact with the silk purse he'd  vaguely noticed on the drive to the apartment. 'What's this?'

She stared at it as if she didn't realise she was still holding it.  'Chocolates. They were giving them out at the party. Do you want one?'

No, he didn't want one. 'I want to know whether you believe that I will be faithful to you first.'

'I do.'

'Farah-'

'They're dark, though,' she said, holding up the chocolates as if that  somehow made a difference. Personally Zach couldn't care if they were  gold-coated and he frowned at the bag.

'You do like dark chocolate, don't you?'

He heard the tremor in her voice and sighed. 'I love dark chocolate.'

That made her lip tremble even more and yet again he found himself at a  loss as to how to communicate with this woman. So he said nothing, just  stared out at the dark bay beyond the window and waited.

'Dark, isn't it?'

Zach's eyebrows drew down. They were going to talk about the weather now? 'That it is.'

He tried to keep the impatience from his voice when he answered but he wasn't sure he'd succeeded when she stiffened.

'I could have chosen white chocolate instead.'

What the- 'Farah?' He turned her to face him and saw a glittering  wetness in her eyes. If this was Amy's doing he'd throttle her. 'Habiba,  sweetheart... What's...?'

'Am I too dark for you?'

He shook his head. 'Too dark?'

'My skin, my hair, my eyes. I realised tonight that I've only ever seen  you photographed with fair-haired women and Luke said you had never  intended to marry a Bakaani woman. Is that why...? Is that...?'

Zach swore roughly. Perhaps he'd bury Luke and Amy together. 'Listen to  me,' he ordered. 'I did say that once but I was young and stupid and  rebelling against my father's expectations of me. I'm married to you now  so none of that matters. It's in the past.'

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Was it?

Farah desperately wanted to believe him, she really did, but it wasn't  easy. How could he want her when she so obviously didn't fit his  criteria of the ideal woman? And, oh, how she hated the feeling of  insecurity that rose up inside her. The feeling that no matter how hard  she tried she would never be good enough.

Placing her hands flat against the window, she spread her fingers out  like starfish against the cool glass. The move gave her a sense of  vertigo and she suddenly knew what was at the root of her current mood.  She suddenly knew why it was so important that Zach hadn't chosen her  and why Amy and Luke's comments had hurt so much. She suddenly  understood that, even though she had guarded her heart so closely and  for so long, she had done the foolish thing of falling in love with her  husband.

She, who had imagined that such a thing would never happen to her. She,  who had always believed that love and marriage limited a woman's chance  at happiness-and still did. Bile collected at the base of her throat.  How had she been so stupid?

'Farah.' Zach stepped in behind her and splayed his fingers over the  top of hers, somehow anchoring her when what she wanted was to spin out  into the ether and never come back. Holding her hips roughly, he pressed  his groin against her bottom, his erection hard and unyielding through  the denim of his jeans.

Sweet sensation swept through her and she couldn't prevent a small gasp  from escaping her lips as instant heat and moisture collected at the  juncture of her thighs.

'Does that feel like I think you're too dark?' he growled.

Confused and confounded by the depth of her feelings for this man,  Farah didn't know what to say without revealing how she felt.

'Does it?' he repeated gruffly.

She shook her head. 'No. But you could be...you could be thinking of someone else.'

The growl turned rough and came from deep in his chest. One of his  hands fisted in her hair and brought her eyes to his in the glass. Then  he slid his other hand over her belly until it met the snap on her  jeans. One flick and the button was released, followed by the zip, and  then his hand was on her and in her, and Farah's head fell back against  his shoulder as she surged between the firmness of his fingers in front  of her and the ridge of his erection behind her.

'Yes,' he growled, the fingers of his other hand going beneath her  T-shirt to rub across both her nipples at once. 'You're mine, Farah. All  mine.'

Her climax built almost instantly and, just when she was reaching for  it, he removed his fingers and worked her jeans down her hips.                       
       
           



       

'Not without me.' Within seconds he had his own jeans open and then he  was there, bending her forward, her hands splayed once more on the  glass, as he pushed into her in one powerful thrust. 'Look at me,' he  demanded, surging hard. 'Look at me when I take you.' His eyes never  left hers as he established a driving rhythm that left her in no doubt  as to who was in control. 'Watch my face while I'm inside you. See for  yourself that it's you who does this to me, it's you who makes me so  damned out of control it sometimes scares me.'

He groaned as Farah pushed back and shattered in a shower of sensation,  her body pulsing around his flesh and sucking him in deep. 'Hell,  Farah.'

He spilled his release inside her and Farah collapsed limply against  the glass, her only support the man breathing heavily at her back who  had one arm wrapped around her middle and the other planted against the  window.

He leaned forward and nuzzled the sweaty hair that stuck to the nape of neck. 'I didn't mean for that to happen. I'm sorry.'

'It's okay.'

'I've just wanted you all damned day and to hear you say what you did-'  He stopped abruptly and adjusted his jeans before picking her up in his  arms and carrying her across the room to their darkened bedroom.

He placed her on the bed and stripped off her clothing before switching  on the bedside lamp, bathing them both in a golden glow. Then he  stripped off his own and came over the top of her, all dominant and  elementally male. Farah felt her heart kick behind her rib cage; she'd  never seen him so wildly masculine before, so completely out of control.

Holding himself off her with the strength in his arms, he stared down at her. 'I want you to trust me, Farah.'

Trust him...

'I want you to rely on me.'

She didn't doubt she could on some level, but one day he would see that  she wasn't enough for him and what then? 'Relying on others isn't easy  for me. It's-'

'I'm not asking you to rely on others,' he said fiercely. 'I'm asking  you to rely on me. I won't hurt you, Farah.' He rolled to the side and  took her with him. 'In fact you need to know that, if you ever want to  leave, you only have to say so.'

'Leave?' She was in such a confused state she wasn't sure that he wasn't asking her to leave.

He smoothed the hair back from her forehead. 'I mean, I won't chase you  or force you to stay like my father would have done. Like he tried to  do with Nadir's mother.' Farah had heard the story about Nadir's mother,  who had been trying to leave the sheikh with her daughter and had died  in a tragic car accident when he'd had them followed. 'If we can't make  this marriage work, you are free to go.'

Farah's mouth suddenly felt dry. 'You really mean that?'

'Yes.'

'But how? Under Bakaani law a woman is not free to leave her husband.'

'Not yet she isn't. But that is another ancient law that is in the process of being changed.'

She stared up at him. 'And my father?'

'Your father goes free from this moment on.'

His words were a pledge that Farah knew he would keep and once again  she felt overwhelmed by the depth of her emotions for this man. She  buried her head against his shoulder knowing that there was nothing she  could give him that equalled all that he could give her. All that he had  given her.

She felt the brush of his lips against the top of her head and felt like weeping-she, who never cried.

'It's okay, my little Zenobia.' He sighed and gathered her closer.  'We'll return to Bakaan tomorrow and start our marriage properly.  Everything will be good. You'll see.'