The Sheik's Jealous Princess(24)

“Let go of my wrists, Shantra,” he said and tickled the back of her neck with his mouth again.

She shook her head and her hands tightened on his wrists.

“Release them,” he repeated, and showed her that her efforts were wasted anyway.

“I can’t,” she replied desperately.

“You can,” and his hands slid lower. Dangerously lower.

Shantra gasped once again, horrified that he would want to touch her there!

“Stop!” she told him and started to slide off of his lap. But he held her still and his hands slid upwards again.

“Either lower or higher, Shantra. You’re choice. If you don’t release my wrists, I will move lower.” He kissed her ear. “Either way, we both win, I promise.”

She trembled as her fingers released his hands but she wasn’t sure where to put them so she clenched them into fists again.

“You can touch me, just don’t try and keep me from touching you.”

“I don’t want to touch you,” she lied.

His thumb flicked her nipple in retaliation, and she just about screamed with the bolt of desire that hit her with his touch.

“Tell me that again,” he teased.

She shook her head, her tongue darting out to lick her suddenly dry lips. But she remained silent, her body wanting him to touch her there again, but ashamed to ask him. So when his thumb flicked her nipple again, she just about doubled over with the feelings. Laithir held onto her, loving the way she was so responsive. But he knew she was still afraid of what she was feeling.

He lifted a bottle from beside him and squeezed some of the oil onto his hands. “You need to relax Shantra,” he told her and started massaging her shoulders.

Shantra felt his strong hands and she sighed with relief and regret. “That feels wonderful,” she said, closing her eyes and enjoying the feelings.

“I’m going to touch your breasts next, Shantra,” he warned her.

She shook her head. “Please, this feels so wonderful.”

He laughed at the unspoken please-don’t-do-anything-to-ruin-this-feeling.

“I’m going to touch all of you like this,” and his hands moved lower. She leaned forward and he gritted his teeth as her bottom pressed against his erection more tightly. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted this woman. But he was determined to go slowly, to make this as wonderful for her as he knew it would be for him. She was more beautiful than he could have imagined. Her breasts were full and soft, real, and her hips were round and perfect, with a tiny waist and long legs.

She moaned as he found a spot on her back where the nerves were bunched up and he worked her muscles until he felt the knot unwind. “You’re very tense,” he commented and moved lower down her back. She didn’t seem to mind until he was just about at the small dimples right above her round bottom. When he went lower, she jerked off of his lap.

He laughed softly, catching her before she could fall into the bubbling water. “Too far?” he asked, pulling her back onto his lap. But this time, he didn’t allow her to face away from him.

Placing her hands on his shoulders, he moved her so that she was still on his lap. He’d prefer to have her knees on either side of his hips, straddling him, but assumed that would be too far, too fast. So instead, he simply held her there, his eyes moving over her breasts while his hands rested on her hips. “You’re lovely,” he groaned, a moment before he lifted her into his arms, so that his mouth could latch onto her breast.

Shantra was so shocked by the desire that surged through her with his mouth on her nipple that she could barely speak. She heard a whimper, a squeak, and had no idea that it was herself making those noises. The growl a moment later sounded almost like an animal was in the room.

“Laithir!” she screamed when his teeth teased the sensitive peak and her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. But then the heat was too much, and she tried to pull away. He allowed that and she started to breathe a sigh of relief, but he only moved over to her other breast, causing her to cry out once again. His arms wouldn’t let her move away this time, holding her firmly in his arms where his mouth could devour her.

“Please!” she gasped, begging for relief.

When he finally pulled away and he lowered her down, she was unaware of how her legs were now straddling his hips as he kissed her deeply, his tongue making love to her mouth.

Shantra was lost. So completely lost that she had no idea what he was doing, nor did she care as long as it would ease the ache she was feeling deep down inside of her body. A moment later, she was lifted out of the water and set on the side of the bathtub. She was initially shocked by the cold stone underneath her bottom, but that shock was nothing compared to how she felt when he spread her legs further, his head moving between her knees and he…