Desert Sheikh vs American Princess (18 page)

Whatever. Right now, she didn't care about regretting anything later. All she cared about was slipping her hands lower... Finally getting to dig her fingers into that spectacular ass.

His hands cupped her jaw as he drew her lips to his, and oh. Oh, the way he filled her senses, all skin scent and body heat and Walid taste. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, strong and wet and probing.

Her hands dropped, following the valley of his spine down his back. Craving excitement built in her as she felt the leather of his belt, the curve of his backside, and then the solid muscles of his bottom. Hmmm. Yes, a very nice bottom. Rounded in the right places, muscly divots on each side. But he still had his pants on, which was terrible and stupid.

He definitely needed to get those off.

Before she could tell him that, Walid dipped his mouth to her throat, and her pulse seemed to rise to her skin to meet the touch of his lips. Every nerve ending in her body concentrated on that one insane point of delicious, wet pressure. He licked and it wasn't quite tickling, but she felt like squirming. He sucked and it wasn't quite a kiss, but she felt like moaning.

Before she realized it, she'd hopped off the floor and her legs had wrapped themselves around his slim, strong waist, her arms around his neck. He took her weight instinctively, cupping his hands beneath her butt for support, which didn't seem fair, since she didn't have the chance to grope his butt in return.

She pressed her breasts against him, the smooth satin of the lingerie chafing against her sensitized nipples.

"Why... are... we... still... wearing... clothes?" she demanded, planting kisses his face.

"Feel free to remove what you will," he graciously suggested. "Once I put you down, which will be in a moment."

They were moving, the part of her brain not busy clinging to him noted. He navigated them through a door toward his apartment. Toward his bed, she hoped. She really, really hoped.

Even more than a bed right now, she needed to get him out of his clothes. Needed to put his ass in her hands to satisfy her curiosity. And to satisfy other things.

Thank God he had her on the bed in seconds. They fell together, on their sides, never breaking eye contact. She immediately began pulling at his shirt, consumed with a rushing need to feel as much of his skin as possible against her own.

She pushed him to his back and kneeled over him, wrenching captive buttons from their oppressive buttonholes. As his skin was exposed, golden and tan, with a fine crop of black hair contrasting to the smoothness underneath, she leaned down and kissed each freshly uncovered inch.

Where their bodies met, his cock asserted itself, straining at his trousers. Her body responded, slickening for him and dampening her panties.

When she had his shirt off, he tried to flip her beneath him.

"Nuh-uh," she said, shoving him back down. Not now, not when she was so close to having those trousers off. To getting her hands on that bare ass.

She ripped at his belt, yanking it out in one long pull and tossing it aside. But when she put her hands to his zipper, he took advantage, overbalancing her and getting her under him.

The frustrated animal inside her growled. Even her hands were trapped. At least they were trapped at his fly. She popped the button, then felt a metal tab and pulled down. The zipping sound was one of the best things she'd ever heard in her life.

He gave up his assault on her neck and inched lower, kissing a path to her breasts... and taking his still-covered ass out of her reach. An annoyed yowl came out of her.

Walid froze.

"Noelle." He looked up at her, his jaw framed by the scarlet satin of her lingerie. "Do you not like this? Would you like to stop?"

"No. Please don't. It's just that--" Her mind seized up. How could she tell him?

"I can do other things, if you will tell me what you like."

His mouth--a very clever mouth that could be better used doing some more clever things to her skin--turned down. But the look on his face gave her an irresistible full-body giggle, which seemed to send him even deeper into confusion.

She bit her lip a little, and even that couldn't keep the smile from her face. "I'm obsessed with your butt. Have been since we met. You seem to be doing a good job of keeping it away from me."

Walid's gaze danced from one side to the other, as if he expected someone to jump out and explain the joke. "You wish to touch my--" Here he said a word in Arabic.

"If that's your ass, then yes, please."

He shook his head at her. "You are a very strange woman."

"You can kidnap someone normal next time."

"But that would be so much less interesting." He dropped a kiss between her breasts.
 

Interesting. No one had ever called her that before. She kind of liked it, God help her.

"Now if you could just get off my hands, I'd appreciate it," she suggested.

"I suppose I could do that," he mentioned, pushing his stomach tighter against hers, trapping her more thoroughly. "But you have not made my life easier. I see no reason to grant your wish."

"Hoooooh," she breathed, tugging to get her arms free. Useless. "I am so going to torture you when I get myself loose. You will get the butt squeezing of your life."

"I certainly look forward to it." The corner of his lips tilted up in the classic self-satisfied look of a male who thinks his dominance will last forever. "And now, I think this will come off."

He tangled a finger in the ribbon that held her lingerie together. With one long pull, the satin slid out, leaving the two sides unfastened. But he couldn't open them to reveal her until he moved off her. And freed her arms to do whatever she wanted.

"What's your next move, genius?" She grinned at him.

He didn't hesitate. "This."

He pulled her into a sitting position, her back cradled against his chest. And his fantastic butt well out of her reach.

Before she could complain, he put his hand to her sex. Then she didn't want to.

"You are already wet."

"You really are a genius," she pointed out. The sarcasm's effect was lost in the fact that her throat was closing from the zinging pleasure waking up between her legs. She was vulnerable, totally exposed to him. But she found she loved it. Found herself opening her legs even wider.

"Hmmm," he said, and damn him for sounding all cool and casual. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

He found her clit, swollen and sensitive, and rolled the little bud between his fingers. Electric jolts sparked through every part of her, and a blistering heat spread from her groin. She squirmed in aching delight. Good. It felt so damn good. It was almost too much for her.

Almost.
 

"Do you like that, Noelle?"

God, she liked everything. The musky scent of the room, his heat against her back. The significant hardness poking at her butt. The way he kissed her neck, just below her ear. But she wasn't going to tell him. She wasn't going to give him that power. She heroically kept her trap shut.

In this position, she couldn't do anything back to him. And she couldn't stop him from doing anything he wished--not that she wanted to. If he had been any other man, she would have gotten out of the position as quickly as she could. But Walid? With the guy who was totally honest, who did what he said he was going to do? There was no danger here. Only pure pleasure.

And lingering frustration over not getting to grope his ass.

"I can't touch you," she said. "Let me touch you."

"No." He slipped one finger inside her wetness, nearly sending her leaping off the bed.

He stroked her most sensitive spot with his thumb, caressing her inside and out. A moaning squeal came out of her. She was nearly blind with all the pleasure running through her veins. With each touch, she took a step toward a finish line.

"You've--" she hissed as he added another finger at the same time he flicked her clit back and forth. "You've done this a lot."

She felt his chest stiffen, his hand still for a moment before renewing the delicious stroking that was sending her head into a spiral.

"It has been some time for me. I have been ruling a country."

She didn't have to see his face to know he told the truth. Walid always told the truth. But why admit this to her?

"Besides that, Noelle..." Damn, she liked the exotic way he said her name. She could get used to it, and wasn't that dangerous. "I have never seen the point of doing such things without emotional content."

Emotional content? Did he mean "love"? She gasped the word as he pressed his fingers inside her, making heat radiate from her sex to her fingertips.

"Not love, but at least a mutual respect and admiration."

With her brain mostly taken up with generating happy hormones, she barely had the mind power left to understand the English language. Somehow, she managed.

"Maybe." She had to swallow back a groan of appreciation before she could continue. "You don't like making yourself vulnerable to strangers."

He moved his mouth close to her ear. "Do you not find that making yourself vulnerable to those closest to you is even more difficult?"

Before she could answer, a final crashing wave took her down. She shuddered and gasped as the delicious climax broke inside her. Euphoria pulsed through every atom of her body, and she did something she'd never done during sex with any man. She laughed.

She laughed for the pure joy washing through her body, racking the strength out of her. Walid stiffened behind her, no doubt wondering (again) what the crazy woman was doing.

Once the last shocks had faded, she twisted toward him and put her arms around his neck, pulling him close. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ripped the grin from her face.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," she said, all serious.

"In my culture, we are taught that hospitality to guests is a solemn obligation."

"Well, your hospitality to your abduction victims needs some work. Except for that last part. I liked that last part." She kissed him, deep and long, their tongues tangling. As she did, she took him in her hand and stroked him. Oh, he felt good, big and hard--the thought that he'd be inside her soon made her practically vibrate with anticipation.

Suddenly, she wanted that more than anything. "Walid," she said.

He didn't need any more of an invitation. He lowered her onto her back, her head resting on one of his silken pillows. She heard rustling as he grabbed a condom from his nightstand and used it to sheath the hardness poking at her thighs.

She was hot and wet for him, but he entered her slowly, with care. He felt good inside her--she had to stretch to welcome him, but the sensation of being filled by him was amazing. She took a deep breath and relaxed around the unaccustomed hardness.

He pushed a sweaty lock of hair from her forehead. "Are you well?"

"I'm great. How are you?"

A slight twist of his mouth made him look roguish, took five years off his age. "I do not recall the last time I have been this excellent. Are you certain you are well?"

She nodded, all the response she could manage.

"Then I will give you the rest," he said.

"Mmmmm," she said, lost in her happiness. "The rest?"

He didn't answer, but she felt a thrust and--

Holy crap. Even more of him slid into her. She gasped for breath. He seemed to reach all the way inside her, leaving no part of her most secret places untouched.

"Noelle?" he asked, his tone all concern.

"Great," she managed to croak. She swallowed, got her voice back. "Really. I mean it."

She was out of words, so she slid her hands down his back and finally--finally!--had his butt exactly where she'd wanted it. She gave the gorgeous twin half-globes the gorgeous squeezing they deserved.

Some kind of juddering spasm quaked his abs, taut and hard against her own flat belly.

Was he laughing? He was laughing. Laughing so hard that he hung his head and his lips ever so slightly touched the skin over her collarbone. A place she'd always been insanely ticklish. She squirmed with the pleasant torture.

Then his hips began to move, making the torment worse. He kissed at exactly the right spot to reduce her to boneless, giggling jelly--right where her neck met her shoulder. At the same time, he thrust into her, hitting her oversensitized clit with each movement. The sensations built inside her, the excitement, the tightening. Every thrust made her rise, sent her climbing toward the peak of a great mountain.

Too much. It was way too much, and she went over the edge. She was flung over a cliff into open space. Shattered pieces of her went flying away, off on ecstatic journeys of their own.

He followed her, gushing into the condom with sudden heat. She drew him down to her, pulling when he resisted lying on her. With him still inside, she wrapped herself around him, arms and legs holding him as close to her as she could as aftershocks rocked him.

They lay twined together for what seemed like forever. And no time at all. His weight felt like nothing as he lay on top of her.