Lucy and the Sheikh(28)

Despite the barrage of sensations—of the water, and of him inside her—she was still aware of his breath, hot against her cheek, his lips gently tasting her as if he couldn’t get enough of her, and his body deep inside hers, shifting slightly, setting her aflame with renewed desire.

They rolled onto their sides, still connected and kissed once more, but tenderly this time. He pulled away as if to see her but she curled her head against his chest. For some reason she couldn’t name, she didn’t want him to see her. Giving herself physically was one thing, but emotionally she’d always held herself in reserve. Razeen had blasted through that barrier and she felt more naked than she’d ever felt in her life.

“Lucy, what is it?”

She shivered slightly. “Nothing”

“You’re cold? Come.” He withdrew from her and stood up, reaching out his hand to hers. “I’ll warm you in a hot shower.”

He pulled her to his side and they walked naked up to the lodge, leaving their clothes behind. Droplets of water ran from his hair, down his body in slim rivulets that shone in the moonlight, before catching in the hair that tapered down from his stomach. Lucy pressed her fingers against his tight stomach, smiling to herself as the muscles clenched under her touch.

He smelled divine, too: of salt and of the night air. Her hand smoothed over his hips and caught the underside of his behind, her fingers curling under his bottom, as he walked. Aroused once more, she brought her other hand to the front and smoothed her hand down his semi-erect length. He growled, caught her hand and quickened his step until she had to run to keep up with him as they entered the Lodge.

As soon as they’d stepped inside he turned and kissed her fiercely, pressing his aroused body against hers. Too soon, he drew away and pulled her into the bathroom. He flicked the huge wet-room shower on full blast and Lucy gasped as the hot water hit her body. The gasp was taken from her mouth as he pressed his lips against hers. Then he moved his lips down her body, pressing scorching hot kisses against her skin, hotter than the water that poured over them both. His mouth descended to her nipples, suckling them long and hard, making her cry out and fall back against the cold, tiled walls, her arms and hands splayed out on either side of her, seeking balance as she closed her eyes and water poured over her hair, face and body.

She was drowning in sensation as the suckling intensified and coils of tightness merged and flowed inside her body, building up to an intensity that she longed to release. Suddenly his fingers pushed inside her and she cried out, her body flexing over his fingers that stayed there, playing, rolling around her wetness before releasing her and massaging her, making her legs suddenly weak.

He held her in his arms while he slid on a condom. Then he pressed his body against hers, lifted her and slid straight into her as she wrapped her legs tight around him. He was so strong; it was as if she were nothing in his arms. She fell against his body, her arms wrapped around his neck, her mouth on his skin, tasting the residue of the salt and sweat that slowly drained away, leaving only the essence of him.

He filled her inside and outside: it was as if she was being consumed by him and, yet, at the same time she felt as if she were consuming him—they were one. And again, came as one together.





As the light slowly filled the room, Lucy lay quietly in Razeen’s arms, listening to the soothing murmur of the calm ocean below the Lodge and the wild call of some exotic bird flying overhead. She’d never felt so sated, so complete, so… at home.

“You have just two more weeks here before your return?”

His words hit her like a body blow. Was he seeking reassurance that she wouldn’t become a clingy lover? He wanted the end defined after the night they’d shared together?

“Yes, just two more weeks. Then I must go.” She risked a quick look at him. He appeared more relaxed, as if a decision had been made. She sighed and gazed out at the sea. “I love the sea.”

“Perhaps you’re a mermaid, a siren of the seas. That would explain…”

Uncharacteristically, he didn’t complete his sentence. “Explain what?”

Slowly the shadows drifted away, absorbed by the light, until the familiarity of the dark dissolved into the strange reality of the day. She shifted away slightly. He stopped stroking her arm and moved so he could see her face. “What is it about the sea that fascinates you?”

“It takes you away.” She hesitated. “I was brought up by the coast. I used to look out over the sea wall at the darkness of the sea and wish I were on it. So I could keep on moving.”

“You were unhappy then, at home?”