The Sheikh's Sinful Seduction(83)

                Trying to wriggle closer, she scraped at his back, demanding the thobe come off, but he was sitting on it. He tried to set her on her feet and lift her dress at the same time.

                “No, I’ll be too self-conscious,” she protested. “The lights...I just wanted to see and kiss you...” She slid to her knees on the area rug and pushed at his thobe, exposing his legs, running her hands up the rough hairs on his thighs.

                With a savage noise, he stood long enough to pull it off and away, then sat and tried to bring her back up onto him, but she stayed on the floor and ran her fingers to the tops of his thighs, staring.

                “I’ve never seen you,” she murmured, sending him a shy look before letting her enraptured gaze fall back onto his naked, aroused flesh. He felt so familiar in her hands yet looked darker and more imposing than she’d pictured.

                He swore, but let his hand fall to the armrest. The other one gripped the backrest behind him. “Look then. But I’ll want to do the same and then are we really doing this? Because I love you and I want to show you how much.”

                She stroked him, coming up on her knees to lean forward and breathe across his taut skin. She looked up, almost asking for permission.

                His eyes narrowed, intense as the blue-green at the center of a flame.

                Smiling with a woman’s wicked delight at having mastery over her man, she drew him into her mouth

                He hissed and threw back his head, arched to press deeper against the swirling caress of her tongue. “I won’t last,” he said through his teeth.

                She gave him an approving hum.

                He held out, though, making sounds of deep torture while he grew harder than titanium under her ministrations. Her inner being soared with confidence at knowing he liked this, but more than that, she loved knowing it meant something to him that she wanted to give him pleasure. She expressed her love this way, openly and without reserve.

                “I’m watching you,” he told her in a voice that tightened her skin. “I’ve only felt you do that in the dark, but you’re loving this, aren’t you?”

                She let her smiling eyes meet his, allowing him to see how much she enjoyed giving him physical pleasure.

                He was flushed and fierce, his possessive gaze barbaric, but his caress on her cheek was tender as he made her stop. “Are you comfortable? Kneeling there like that?”

                “I...yes,” she said dazedly. “I don’t want to stop.”

                His mouth widened in a feral smile. “Good. Neither do I. Stay where you are.”

                He rose, but set a hand on her shoulder when she would have pushed up on her knees.

                “No, keep your elbows on the cushion.” He lowered behind her and ran his hands under her skirt, bunching it until it sat under her breasts. Then he slid her knickers down her thighs.

                “You want... Like this?” she asked, staring with scandalized eyes at the impression he’d left on the cushion between her clenching hands. “Maybe if the lights were off—” she protested.

                “Lift your knee, ya amar.” Her underpants were whisked away. His hand stroked her naked thigh and smoothed over the curve of her buttock. “Freckles everywhere,” he chuckled softly. “I feared I would never know for sure. Are you as aroused as I am?”

                They both gasped as he caressed between her thighs where she was slippery and aching. She dropped her face into the cushion, stifling her moan of yearning.