Master of the Desert(10)

'Patience,' he whispered when she moved urgently against him.

Her obedience was partially rewarded when he feathered kisses down her  neck, while his hands worked more productively on even more sensitive  areas. 'Calm,' he commanded as she fought for breath.

'How … ?' She couldn't even speak.

'Easy for me.' His lips curved with amusement.

'That's so unfair,' she complained in a gasp.

'No doubt,' he agreed evenly. 'But everything I do is for your own good.'

She knew what was for her own good-and it wasn't patience!

Saif allowed her no respite from his teasing kisses on her breastbone,  the swell of her breasts and on her belly, where her wet top was pushed  back. But did he feel anything? Antonia wondered. How could anyone be so  controlled, when she was composed entirely of sensation?

She strained towards him, wanting him to acknowledge her arousal, and  gasped with relief when he made the lightest pass of his thumb against  the swollen tip of her nipple before chafing each in turn with the  utmost delicacy. 'You're teasing me,' she complained on another  shuddering sigh.

'Am I?' he murmured.

'You know you are,' she accused him, feeling more excited than ever at  the thought of what else Saif had in store for her. But still he was  distanced and unmoved. 'Don't you feel anything?' she demanded, close to  breaking point.

'Plenty. Believe me, I feel plenty.'

Then why wouldn't he rush things along?

'I know exactly what you want,' he said. A faint smile curved his mouth.  'Soon,' he murmured, kissing her brow chastely, as if he knew every  wicked thought in her head.

'No,' she burst out. 'Now!'

Saif laughed as he brought her into firm contact with the thrust of his erection. 'Is that what you want?'

'You know it is.'

She was lost in an erotic haze, desperately seeking more contact, and  hardly aware that Saif was lifting her top over her head. Her bra  followed and was tossed aside, and now her breasts gleamed pale in the  moonlight, while her nipples were dark, thrusting peaks that called for  his attention. 'Take me,' she demanded, thrashing her head about on the  cushions.

Saif continued to stare down at her with faint amusement. He refused to  be hurried, and so she thrust her breasts towards him in deliberate  provocation.

He chose the time, and when he dipped his head to suckle she was nearly  delirious with relief. Now the zip on her shorts was undone. She  wriggled frantically to be free of them, desperate to be naked against  him. And now the smallest scrap of lace divided them. He ripped it off.

'If you stop now … ' she warned him.

'Yes?' he said mildly.

'I'll never forgive you.'

Saif's cynical expression was fuel to her fire. 'Don't you dare stop now,' she warned him.

He murmured something provocative in his own language, but then he  stilled and, cupping her face in his strong, warm hands, he kissed her  so tenderly she felt tears spring to her eyes. 'This is more than sex  for you, isn't it?' she said with wonder when he released her.

She wanted to hear Saif say he cared, Antonia realised, feeling a pain  in her heart when he remained silent. 'Please say something,' she begged  him.

'What's left to say?' he murmured, nudging one hard thigh between her legs.

CHAPTER SIX

HE HAD never met a woman like her. It even occurred to him that he might  have met his match. She begged him, ordered him, demanded that he  pleasure her, whilst all the time pummelling him when she wasn't  scraping her small white teeth against his flesh for emphasis.

'Easy, tiger-woman,' he murmured, taking hold of her. 'This isn't a battleground-we're making love.'

Love?

This was sex, pure and simple, something they both wanted and needed,  something that could only happen on a night like this-a night detached  from reality, a night when they were both free to throw caution to the  wind.                       
       
           



       

Antonia, meanwhile, was lost to reason. 'Oh, yes,' she gasped as Saif's  lean fingers delicately parted her swollen lips. She was on the highest  plateau of sensation and greedy for more. 'Please touch me there.' She  should be shrinking from this man she hardly knew, not using him for  pleasure. But Saif had opened a door and she had walked through, and now  he was exposing her to his gaze in a way she could never have imagined  feeling easy with-but she did. She'd had torrid thoughts for as long as  she could remember, but had never put those thoughts into action. Now  all she could say was, 'Please … Please … ' when what she really meant was,  oh, yes, that's right …  and, oh, yes, thank you … thank you …

Easing her legs over his shoulders, Saif dipped his head to touch her  with the tip of his tongue. She shuddered with delight, wondering how  she was supposed to hold on-and then he increased the pressure. Was this  a test? She had never wanted to fail a test quite so badly. Then he  tasted her, and in that moment, that string of moments, she knew she had  found the exquisite high point of her life. Saif had taken her to a  realm she hadn't even known existed where he could order her pleasure  with the skill of a maestro.

Governed entirely by raging hunger, she reached her goal and dissolved  into a starburst of pleasure, her shuddering screams slicing through the  sultry night. But it wasn't enough. Rather than slaking her hunger,  Saif had woken a slumbering tiger, and now all she could think about was  having him deep inside her so she could claim him for her own.

Losing control with Saif had laid her bare, Antonia realised when she  quietened. He might not have taken her fully yet, but she had given him  something that could never be recaptured-her trust. Saif had taken a  girl and made her a woman, and now there could be no turning back.

Forgetfulness was one of the most valuable commodities for men who could  afford anything, and, briefly, Tuesday would provide that. She was  resting, but not for long, he suspected. He anticipated a long and  deeply satisfying night, but for now he was content to let Tuesday set  the pace, especially with the news from the palace still nagging at the  back of his mind. Why, with so many rooms to survey and create  inventories for, had they rung him tonight of all nights with the news  that the treasure room of his father's concubine had been uncovered?

It certainly killed off Tuesday's romantic notion of some rosy destiny  for them. Did he need a reminder of the rapaciousness of women? Did he  need a reminder of that other woman on a night like this?

He should forget the past, shut it out of his mind, but when he stared  at Tuesday he thought he understood his father's weakness perhaps for  the first time. He understood, but could not excuse it. He was a very  different man from his father, and had not pledged himself to a country  and its people to be distracted by anyone. His father might have  squandered his reputation, but, ma sha'a allah, there wasn't the  remotest possibility that Ra'id al Maktabi would do the same.

'What are you doing?' he demanded as Tuesday, having stretched  languorously, came to kneel before him. He wanted her, but not like  this-not like a king with his mistress on her knees in front of him,  waiting to serve.

'I wanted to repay you,' she said innocently.

He frowned. 'Explain … '

'The pleasure? I would have thought you knew,' she said, blushing.

He knew that she had never looked more beautiful, but the sight of her  naked and proud and on her knees in front of him made his head pound. In  that one innocent and provocative gesture, Tuesday had thrown him back  into a world where sycophants knelt and equals stood at his side.

Springing up, he brought her in front of him. Embracing her, he kissed  her hungrily, and by the time he released her she had forgotten the  moment that could have gone so badly wrong for her. He knew then that  she had been right to say this was more than a sexual encounter, but he  would never admit it, because he had nothing to offer her.

But this was … sweet.

Holding Tuesday safe against his chest, he rested his face on her  tangled hair and savoured the uncomplicated moment. This could be as  straightforward as he wanted it to be, he reasoned. Taking hold of her  hand, he kissed her palm, and, closing his eyes, he inhaled her innocent  scent, as if the magic of the desert could make everything right.                       
       
           



       

Saif's touch made her arch against him. Hot flesh on hot flesh inflamed  her past reason. 'Pleasure me,' she demanded, drunk on sensation,  rubbing herself against him. She was completely lost in the fantasy of  the desert and the dark stranger she had always known she would find  there. She trembled uncontrollably as the hardness of Saif's muscle bore  into her soft flesh, and she was impatient for him to move lower so he  could satisfy her needs. 'Oh, please,' she begged him, bucking  helplessly beneath his touch. 'I can't wait any longer.'