Wanted: A Baby by the Sheikh(11)

He picked her up in his arms and walked over to the chaise at the foot of the bed. He untied the halter top which would have fallen to her waist if she hadn’t crossed her arms against her breasts.

“I want to see you, Taina.” He brushed his hands along her arms, willing her relax. There was no way he was going to force anything.

She bit her lip and nodded and let the dress drop to expose her breasts but still she held the dress tight against her stomach. Her breasts were small and round, their nipples hard and erect, waiting for his mouth.

“Perfect,” he murmured. He lifted her to standing on the chaise, giving him more freedom to touch all of her. He licked around her nipple before taking it in his mouth and suckling it until it elongated.

Her hands swept into his hair, holding him where she wanted him to be. And he feasted on her—every part of his body, every thought and feeling was attuned to hers. He’d forgotten how good she tasted, forgotten how much he needed her. It was as if he’d been merely existing up till now—a man dying in the desert, who’d forgotten how good it was to have his thirst quenched. He moved to the other breast and felt the quickening of breathing as she responded like she’d always done.

He pulled away. “Taina,” he murmured against her skin that smelled of peaches and cream. “God I’ve missed you.”

He went to push down her dress but she stopped him and he looked up, surprised.

Although her breathing was still coming hard she clutched her dress to her stomach and there was something in her eyes that made him stop. Something he’d have described as fear if he’d thought it were a possibility.

“What’s wrong? Am I going too fast?”

“No, nothing’s wrong,” she whispered. Then she sucked in a deep breath, shrugged and slipped off the couch and walked toward the door. He stood and watched, incredulous. Was she just going to walk away? Then she stopped and turned off the light switch and darkness sank into the room. The only lights now came from the glow of the city that lay beyond the window. There were no neon lights to ruin the atmosphere, just the lights from the harbor and buildings around them.

“There,” she said. “That’s better.”

“Whatever you want, Taina.”

She took a few steps and paused. In the dim light he saw her pull the dress over her head in one swift movement and it fell to the floor. Now she was wearing only her black Louboutin heels and a white lacy thong. He didn’t think he’d ever seen a sight more enticing. The shadows fell over her creamy skin revealing no detail but a sensual play of light and dark.

“So perfect.” He held out his hand for her and she walked toward him, pushing her fingers through his. He gripped them and brought their joined hands to his lips. “Taina, you are so beautiful. I’d forgotten just how beautiful, how perfect you are.”

Suddenly she pulled her hand away. “No one is perfect, Daidan.”

“You are. Come here.” He pulled her to him and kissed her again, intent on getting her to understand in no uncertain terms just how beautiful she was.





Taina felt more comfortable now it was dark. It had been so long since she’d been with Daidan. She couldn’t bear to be a disappointment to him. All thoughts were swept away by his searching kiss and his equally searching hands, caressing her back, her bottom, slipping his hands under her brief thong, pulling it slightly so that it pulled against her clitoris. She gasped and pulled away.

His eyes narrowed, questioningly. She smiled and ran her hand up his shirt and pushed them both under his jacket. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

He grinned and slipped out of his jacket. “This better?”

She shook her head.

He loosened his tie but got stuck on the knot.

She loosened it for him, pulling it from around his collar with a snap before tossing it to one side. Then she unbuttoned his shirt slowly until it hung loose, and placed her palms against his dark nutmeg skin—smoothly muscled and strong. She’d forgotten how it made her feel. How the brush of her hands against his skin made her feel deep inside, increasing her need for him.

She pressed her lips to his chest and then lower to his stomach. He held her there for a moment before pulling her away. He shrugged off his shirt while her hands shook as they tried to unzip his straining trousers. Her hands went to explore him further but he pulled her to standing.

“Not tonight, habibti. Tonight I want to see you. Tonight I want to make love to you, face to face, so that I can truly believe you are in my arms again.”

He took her by the hand and led her to the bed.





CHAPTER THREE