Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 251(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 251(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
If she didn’t see anything, well, she could pretend that she had seen nothing – and that no one had seen her in return...right?
She had foolishly assumed that the sheikh would carry her back to her suite and that would be the end to their one-night stand (or was it a one-quickie-stand), but when she had heard the doors shut behind them and she had opened her eyes, it was only then Harper had realized the sheikh had taken her to his suite instead.
She had sputtered in shock. What? Why? But the sheikh had ignored this and instead went on carrying her all the way to his en-suite bathroom, which of course was a thousand times more tastefully opulent than she could ever imagine. This time, there wasn’t a hint of the usual white marble seen all over the palace, but instead it was mostly black granite and gold fixtures.
Kingly and masculine, she had thought, momentarily distracted.
But then he had let her slide to her feet and started disrobing her, and Harper had immediately crashed back to earth. “No! Wait! Stop!” She had tried to struggle, she really had, but when he had started kissing her and his fingers started stroking her pussy –
And that, Harper thought glumly, was how she ended up here, naked and sharing a Jacuzzi with His Majesty, while his gaze feasted on her like he owned her body and soul—-
Unable to help it, she growled again, “I said, stop looking at me like that!”
The sheikh’s breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “I can’t.”
Ah! The sensual slide of air against her sensitive earlobe took her completely by surprise, causing Harper to shiver in acute awareness.
“I love looking my fill of you, saghira.”
Harper grimaced. Saghira meant little kitten. Was he saying that he only had to touch her and she would mewl—-
At the same time, she felt his fingers trail her spine, and her body stretched and arched. His fingers went up, threading through her hair, and her head fell back, her lips parting as she mew—-
Her eyes flew open!
No! Hell no! she was not going to be his saghira, dammit!
And so she yanked away from him, water splashing about their bodies as she crossed her arms over her breasts and whirled around to face him, growling, “Stop touching me like that, too.”
But Khalil only gave her a lazy, predatory smile. “Enjoying it too much?”
“Ye – I mean, no!” Shit. That smile was too sexy, and it was confusing the heck out of her.
He raised a brow. “Is it a yes or a no?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she snapped, “because I’m out of here.” She tried to rise out of the water after that, hoping for a quick escape, but of course Khalil proved too fast, and she had only risen an inch before he had hauled her back to the water, causing Harper to tumble down, her breasts flat against his chest.
Oh!
“How stubborn you are, qalifa,” the sheikh sighed. “Did I not warn you earlier about leaving without my permission?”
“Permission?” she choked out. “I don’t need your damn permission—-”
At the same time, Khalil murmured, “I must claim another part of your body as punishment.”
Punishment? She gaped at him. Was he mad? People didn’t punish other people just because they had left without saying goodbye. Didn’t he freaking know that? She opened her mouth to argue –
But it was too late.
The sheikh had already bent his head, cupped her breasts, and took one nipple in.
Oh. My. God.
She tried her best to resist the sweet pleasure of his suckling mouth, but it was impossible. It felt too, too good. Oh, so, so good. And before she knew it, her fingers were the ones threading through his silky hair this time, gripping his head hard as she pushed her nipple deeper into his mouth.
A moan of protest escaped her when he lifted his head, but it turned into a whimper of desire when he moved to suckle her other breast.
Oh, this felt heaven – and maybe it would be heaven, if only a devil like him wasn’t the one laying a claim to her body.
By the time the sheikh carried Harper to his bed, she couldn’t keep her eyes open, couldn’t even think of protesting against the liberties he was taking. Three orgasms in a row, she thought dizzily. Was that normal for a man? For a woman?
When he joined her in bed and hauled her close, she told herself that she could justify letting it happen because she was bone-deep exhausted. She could get mad at the sheikh later, when she wasn’t so sleepy.
As the sheikh pulled the covers over them, a thought nagged at her about the setup. There was something she was missing. Something important –
But the thought eluded her.
Tomorrow, she could – would – think about it.