CHAPTER NINE
NADIR DISMISSED MAAB after she gave him a full report on Nadeena’s well-being at the end of the evening and circled the living room waiting for Imogen to return from checking on her.
In many ways they were just like any other couple returning home at the end of an evening out. One saw to the sitter, the other checked on the baby.
He glanced towards the drinks cabinet and thought about pouring them a glass of brandy. If they really were just like any other couple they would take advantage of the fact that the baby was sleeping and maybe have a nightcap before falling all over each other as soon as possible.
Nadir’s eyes tracked down over Imogen as she stepped into the room, the evening gown flowing around her svelte frame and clinging to her hips. Images of her in his king-sized bed fogged his brain. Her long, toned, flexible legs wrapped around his hips, her supple back arched in passion as she rode him, her small, high breasts jutting forward, begging for his mouth. If they were just like any other couple he’d have her in that position pronto.
And why not? She had agreed to marry him. Or, rather, she had acquiesced—because that was what her strained little For Nadeena had sounded like to his ears. Even so, he should be feeling relieved right now to have that sorted. Triumphant, even. But he didn’t. If anything, he felt as if it was a Pyrrhic victory because, while he might have gained her agreement, he could see by the wall she had erected between them that he had gained very little else.
And right now he wanted to tear that wall down. Right now he wanted more from her than shy, covert glances that only served to heighten his awareness of her as a woman. His awareness of her as his woman.
All night she’d been giving them to him as she worked the room like a pro. At first he’d thought her nervousness stemmed from some sort of insecurity but he’d soon discounted that. She’d handled herself beautifully. Talking to the Sultan of Astiv about his love of antique glassware while those around him nearly fainted with boredom and then recounting war stories about the trials and tribulations of competitive waterskiing with the Prince of Mana.
He’d hated the prince knowing something about her that he hadn’t had a clue about and he’d liked even less the way the Prince had looked at her. But then he pretty much didn’t like the way any man looked at her and that possessive feeling wasn’t something he’d ever had to deal with before.
She gripped her hands together as if she didn’t know what to do with them. ‘Nadeena is asleep.’
‘Good. Maab said she had most of the milk you expressed at eleven o clock.’
‘Oh, okay. In that case I’m glad I didn’t wake her to change her nappy because she should sleep for a few more hours now.’
‘Good.’ Nadir wondered how it was he could stand in the middle of the room having a stilted conversation about Nadeena when all he wanted to do was strip Imogen naked and bury himself deep inside her lush body. ‘How long do you think we’ve got before she wakes up?’
He watched her eyes widen as comprehension dawned and thought, Oh, yes, my sweet, I have exactly that in mind.
If he was going to be breaking down walls tonight he didn’t plan on doing it with a sledgehammer.
‘Not long.’
He smiled. Her ‘no’ couldn’t have been more transparent.
Realising that he still wore his keffiyeh, he reached up and yanked it from his head, ruffling his hair. He felt her eyes on him but when he glanced over her gaze flitted away and she shifted like a mare scenting the approach of an overly randy stallion.