The Sheikh’s Disobedient Bride(50)
He entered her with a smooth, hard thrust, confidence in the way he took her, confidence in the way he moved in her and Tally wrapped her arms around him, her heart and mind and body wanting him like she’d never wanted anyone.
An expert lover, Tair took her to the highest pinnacle of pleasure, driving her to the point of no return and beyond until she shattered in a thousand iridescent pieces, falling apart in his arms, held safely by him in great arms against a hard, muscular chest.
With her body still trembling she laced her fingers through his and held on. If only this moment could last forever. If only she could feel this way always…
Heart thudding, Tally pressed her cheek to his chest just above his heart. She could feel the scar tissue from his wounds against her cheek even as his powerful heart beat a steady rhythm against her ear.
All she wanted now was to hold him, touch him, remember. Remember not just him, but the way it felt to be held like this. Closing her eyes, she tried to memorize every muscle, imprinting his warmth and strength and scent in the deepest part of her.
“You are a very complicated woman.” Tair’s voice rumbled from him and idly he lifted a heavy strand of hair back and drew it from her face. “And yet when I hold you like this, you are so simple. You make perfect sense.”
“I could say the same for you.”
He suddenly lifted her, moving her higher on his body, up into his arms so that he could better see her face. “You’re beautiful. I’ll always marvel at the way you were put together.” He grasped her jaw, lifted her face, studying it in the candlelight. “This jaw, the nose, the cheekbones, such wide clear eyes. Such clear intelligent eyes. You must know your beauty. The effect you have on men.”
“I’ve no effect on men.”
“No effect? You’ve turned my life upside down, Woman. I’ve chased after you across the desert far too many times to count—”
“Two actually.”
“How you love to have the last word.”
“No more than you do.”
“There you go again.”
Smiling, she clasped his face and kissed him deeply, giving him her heart not with words but actions. He had to know how she felt about him. He had to know that she couldn’t imagine not being here, not being his. “Maybe just a little of what you say is true,” she whispered against his mouth.
He laughed softly, the sound of deep rumble in his chest. “So you’ve finally come to your senses.”
Tally loved the feel of his chest against her own and the way her legs tangled with his. If this is life this is all she wanted. To be loved and held. Kept. Savored. Treasured. “I think you’ve taken my senses, that’s what I think.”
Laughter rumbled through him again and the sound was alien and yet right. Tair should laugh more, she thought. Tair deserved more happiness and turning her head, she found his hand and kissed his palm. “Make love to me again.” Her gaze lifted, her eyes met his and her lips curved slightly. “Please.”
Tally spent the night in his bed, sleeping close to his side, his arm around her waist holding her firmly against him. He was warm and hard and she found it difficult to sleep with his big body so close to hers but it was a wonderful strangeness, the kind of strangeness that brought comfort. Peace.
Peace.
And holding that warmth and peace in her heart she finally closed her eyes and fell asleep. Life was good and life could only get better.
Tally’s feeling of goodwill did not last long. When she woke she discovered that Tair was gone, and not just out of the bed gone, but gone gone. He and a number of his men had left for El Saroush and wouldn’t be back for days. Maybe a week.A week!
Back in her room, Tally paced the room, her bare feet silent on the thick wool and cashmere rug. Why hadn’t he told her he was leaving? He’d had plenty of time last night to update her with his schedule. Or did he think she wouldn’t be interested? That she had so many friends and interests here at Bur Juman that she wouldn’t notice he’d left?
Furious, simply furious, Tally marched across the room, alternately balling her hands and flexing them, trying so hard to contain her temper when all she wanted to do was let out a scream.
He’d brought her so far, taken her from what she’d known, made love to her and then left. Left and left her here, behind, alone without him?
He was a beast, an absolute beast and she hated him. She did. It wasn’t love she felt, it was hate. There was no way she was going to love a man who didn’t talk to her, communicate with her. She refused to love a man who would just come and go and expect her to stay behind, happily waiting.