The Sheikh's Arranged Marriage: The only thing worse than falling in love with the man she'd married was knowing he would never feel the same... by Clare Connelly Page B
Authors: Clare Connelly
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surmised, and again, he felt that swelling feeling inside of his chest, that she had been waiting for him. Ludicrous, but a carnal thrill of ownership came over him.
She shook her head. “You’re not naked.” She pointed out stiltedly, her eyes dropping to the scrap of lycra. It was a mistake. His manhood was unmistakably outlined by the skin tight material. She gulped in air and looked away again.
Tariq stepped closer, then took hold of one of her slender wrists. “Touch me.” He said authoritatively, placing her fingertips lightly on his chest.
Her hand was shaking. She was nervous. He made her nervous! He hadn’t been with such an innocent since, well, ever. The pressure to make their physical relationship special for Rebecca was onerous, when all he wanted to do was strip her naked and lay claim to her right here.
“Touch me,” he said again, through gritted teeth.
Hesitantly, she lifted the other hand, and pressed her fingertips into his tightly sculpted stomach. She ran her palm across each muscular abdominal ridge, gasping in awe at the finely honed strength beneath his olive skin. She dragged her hands over his pecs, to his shoulders, and then back down his back, but pulled away when she reached the top of the bathers. It felt like her fingertips had been burned by a million volts of electricity.
“My turn.” He growled, and knelt down, so that he could start his slow exploration at the delicate curve of her ankles. He ran the tip of his fingers up each leg, pausing when he got to the soft flesh of her inner thigh. He padded a thumb across her most feminine core, but, as she sucked in a deep breath of air, he skated further north, running his hands over her narrow hips, her waist, and up to her breasts. Standing now, he ran his thumbs in small, tight circles around her nipples, feeling them budding beneath his touch. She tipped her head back on a whimper, exposing the slender column of her throat, and he kissed it hungrily, flicking the pulse point at the base of her neck with his tongue.
He wanted to undress her. He needed to see her naked again.
He lifted her easily and pressed her against his chest. She stared at him dazedly. “What are you doing?”
He stared resolutely ahead. He was wondering the same damned thing. What happened to taking it slow? He would need to employ a monstrous amount of will power to get out of this with his honour intact. He shouldered open the door to his own bedroom, and placed her down in the centre. She stared up at him in confusion and he felt a small wave of doubt.
“I’m making sure you don’t catch a cold.” He said, more harshly that he’d intended.
But his words robbed Rebecca of the temporary fog of desire he’d swamped her with. She shook her head and wrapped her arms tightly around her chest. “I’m fine.” She said emphatically. “It’s a balmy evening.”
His expression softened. “You will only learn to be less shy when you are more accustomed to this,” he promised sensuously, latching his thumbs beneath the wide straps of her bathers and flicking them off her shoulders. He pulled gently until her breasts were exposed.
She caught her lip between her teeth as he took one nipple in his mouth, sucking at it until little darts of intense need were shooting outwards from the dusky aureole.
Rebecca thought she was going to collapse with the scorching heat he generated. He lifted his head and smiled at her, such a smile of promised pleasure and mutual lust that she answered it with a grin of her own. She forgot to be self-conscious. She forgot that he was probably just faking an attraction. And she simply felt.
She shook her head. “You’re not naked.” She pointed out stiltedly, her eyes dropping to the scrap of lycra. It was a mistake. His manhood was unmistakably outlined by the skin tight material. She gulped in air and looked away again.
Tariq stepped closer, then took hold of one of her slender wrists. “Touch me.” He said authoritatively, placing her fingertips lightly on his chest.
Her hand was shaking. She was nervous. He made her nervous! He hadn’t been with such an innocent since, well, ever. The pressure to make their physical relationship special for Rebecca was onerous, when all he wanted to do was strip her naked and lay claim to her right here.
“Touch me,” he said again, through gritted teeth.
Hesitantly, she lifted the other hand, and pressed her fingertips into his tightly sculpted stomach. She ran her palm across each muscular abdominal ridge, gasping in awe at the finely honed strength beneath his olive skin. She dragged her hands over his pecs, to his shoulders, and then back down his back, but pulled away when she reached the top of the bathers. It felt like her fingertips had been burned by a million volts of electricity.
“My turn.” He growled, and knelt down, so that he could start his slow exploration at the delicate curve of her ankles. He ran the tip of his fingers up each leg, pausing when he got to the soft flesh of her inner thigh. He padded a thumb across her most feminine core, but, as she sucked in a deep breath of air, he skated further north, running his hands over her narrow hips, her waist, and up to her breasts. Standing now, he ran his thumbs in small, tight circles around her nipples, feeling them budding beneath his touch. She tipped her head back on a whimper, exposing the slender column of her throat, and he kissed it hungrily, flicking the pulse point at the base of her neck with his tongue.
He wanted to undress her. He needed to see her naked again.
He lifted her easily and pressed her against his chest. She stared at him dazedly. “What are you doing?”
He stared resolutely ahead. He was wondering the same damned thing. What happened to taking it slow? He would need to employ a monstrous amount of will power to get out of this with his honour intact. He shouldered open the door to his own bedroom, and placed her down in the centre. She stared up at him in confusion and he felt a small wave of doubt.
“I’m making sure you don’t catch a cold.” He said, more harshly that he’d intended.
But his words robbed Rebecca of the temporary fog of desire he’d swamped her with. She shook her head and wrapped her arms tightly around her chest. “I’m fine.” She said emphatically. “It’s a balmy evening.”
His expression softened. “You will only learn to be less shy when you are more accustomed to this,” he promised sensuously, latching his thumbs beneath the wide straps of her bathers and flicking them off her shoulders. He pulled gently until her breasts were exposed.
She caught her lip between her teeth as he took one nipple in his mouth, sucking at it until little darts of intense need were shooting outwards from the dusky aureole.
Rebecca thought she was going to collapse with the scorching heat he generated. He lifted his head and smiled at her, such a smile of promised pleasure and mutual lust that she answered it with a grin of her own. She forgot to be self-conscious. She forgot that he was probably just faking an attraction. And she simply felt.
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