The Sheik's Jealous Princess(34)

“You’re horrible,” she mumbled. “I need to hang up my dress.”

“Later,” he said and unsnapped her bra, tossing it out of the way so that his hands had unimpeded access to her full breasts. She spun around, thinking that would slow him down. Then again, he was an agile man for someone so large, and his hands followed her. “What are you doing?” she asked warily, even though she could figure it out for herself.

Laithir shook his head, tsking as he continued to stalk her in the large shower area. “If you don’t know that by now, then I’m not doing a good enough job,” he teased. His hand whipped out, grabbing her waist and pulling her forward. “You need more lessons, I’m thinking.” A moment later, his mouth covered hers as he kissed any protest she might have tried to utter.

When her arms slipped around his neck, he almost laughed out loud. His woman, he thought. All his. No man had touched her, and he was determined to show her that she’d never, ever, need another lover.

Pressing her back against the tiles, he bent down on one knee and almost laughed at her shocked gasp when he lifted her leg and draped it over his shoulder. But at that moment, her feminine scent filled his nostrils and he couldn’t think any longer. His entire focus was on the woman in front of him, and his mouth latched onto her core, causing her to gasp out loud once again.

As his mouth worked hungrily, he enjoyed the way her gasps and moans filled the humid air. And when she climaxed in his mouth, he thought he might just explode right then and there. Instead, he rose up and lifted her into his arms, impaling her against the wall as he filled her up once more, showing her yet another position that could provide endless enjoyment.





Chapter 8




Shantra woke up the following morning, her eyes focusing slowly as her body stretched, aching in more places than she’d thought possible.

Janus meowed and climbed onto her back, trying to get more attention and Shantra laughed, delighted once again with her tiny friend.

Looking around, she realized that Laithir was once again gone, but memories of the night before floated into her mind.

“Food,” she groaned. “I need food,” she told the cat. His only response was to reach out a fuzzy paw and try to grab Shantra’s nose. She was almost sick from hunger since she’d only had a light lunch yesterday. Lifting the phone by the bed, she dialed the palace kitchens. “I’m sorry to bother you, but could you send a full breakfast to my rooms?” she asked.

“Of course, Your Highness,” the servant replied. “We’ll bring you a tray immediately.”

“Thank you,’ she replied and put the phone back on the hook. Stepping into the bathroom, she showered quickly. When she was dry, she grabbed her clothes as well as Laithir’s and brought them into the dressing room, putting them into the pile to be cleaned. She’d grown up with servants, but she’d never had to deal with the embarrassment of having servants know that one might have been having sex with one’s husband. The wrinkled clothes were a sure giveaway that she and Laithir had been doing something other than discussing politics the night before.

By the time someone knocked on the door, she was dressed in comfortable, linen slacks and a simple cotton shirt. She wasn’t going to dress up like she had yesterday. And if she could avoid those two, nasty women, even better. She didn’t think she could take another day of hearing about how Laithir had loved another woman. Not after last night.

“Come in,” she called out, lifting Janus and snuggling his soft fur. Of course, he loved the new game and tried to bite her nose. Thankfully, his jaw wasn’t strong enough to do any damage, but she rubbed her nose anyway.

“Oh thank you,” she gushed, when a servant walked into the suite pushing a cart filled with food, juice, coffee, and tea. “I’m starving!”

Laithir walked in right behind the servant. “Are you ready to go?”

Shantra had just lifted the cover from one of the plates when she looked up, her eyes stunned. “Ready?”

“For a tour,” he said.

Shantra looked at the food, then at Laithir. “Now?”

Laithir noticed her pale cheeks and the tremor in the hand holding the cover. “You didn’t eat enough yesterday,” he said as he moved closer.

Shantra cringed. “I’m starving,” she admitted as she took a sip of orange juice.

Laithir cursed under his breath before moving closer and pulling out the chair. “And I didn’t let you eat dinner last night. I’m sorry, Shantra. That was selfish of me.” He even went so far as to pour her coffee. “Sit. Eat,” he commanded.