His Defiant Desert Queen(94)
The world was good.
Life was better.
Her lashes fluttered, a butterfly kiss, and she opened her eyes, and saw Mikael lying next to her. She smiled with pleasure. She loved sleeping with him, loved having him there with her all night.
She was quite attracted to this man.
“Good morning, laeela,” Mikael said, eyes still closed, his voice deep and husky with sleep.
“You’re awake,” she said, pleased.
“No. I’m still sleeping,” he said, his voice still with that lovely gravelly growl she found enormously sexy. “My eyes are shut.”
“Then how did you know I was awake?” she asked, amused, propping her head on her hand.
“I could feel you watching me.”
“Then you are awake.”
He sighed. His beautiful dark eyes opened, and he looked at her, black eyebrow lifting. “Now I am.”
She grinned. “Hi.”
He sighed again, heavily, but his eyes glinted. “Hello.”
Jemma laughed softly. He was acting put out but he wasn’t really. “How did you sleep?” she asked him.
“Well. And you?”
“Exceedingly well.”
“You like our fresh desert air.”
“No, I like you. Being held by you.” She felt bold, but she didn’t care. How could she be shy around him when he made her feel so beautiful and strong? “That’s three nights you’ve stayed with me, all through the night.”
“I am committed to your pleasure.”
“You most certainly are,” she agreed, hiding her smile as she studied his hard, handsome features. Such a striking face. All strong lines and edges and then that soft curve of lip...lower, upper. He was so nice to look at. “I appreciate your commitment.”
A deep groove formed next to his mouth. His lips quirked. “You are shameless.”
“You’ve only yourself to blame, Your Highness. You’ve made me shameless.”
He reached out to brush long strands of hair from her brow, gently pushing them back from her face, his thumb easing across her forehead in a soft caress. “Have I? How?”
Just that light touch sent shivers through her, and darts of pleasure to her breasts and between her thighs. Senses stirred, she exhaled slowly, carefully, her thoughts tangling. It was hard to think when Mikael touched her. “How can I feel shame when everything we do together makes me feel wonderful, and powerful?”
“Sex makes you feel powerful?”
She frowned. It didn’t sound right, not phrased like that. “I’m sure great sex makes lots of people feel powerful, but I wasn’t referring to sex in general, but sex with you.” She frowned again. Because that didn’t sound right, either. She wasn’t having sex with Mikael. She was making love with Mikael. She was loving Mikael.
She was most definitely in love with Mikael. She wished she could tell him. Wished she knew how to tell him that the pleasure she felt with him wasn’t merely sexual. It wasn’t just physical. Her pleasure was in her heart, and soul.