The Sheik's Furious Bride (Love By Accident) (14 page)

Isla watched his face from below him, feeling a small pop as he moved inside her and she shifted her hips, accommodating all of him.  When he finally filled all of her, she couldn’t believe what a perfect feeling this was. It was as if she
were
whole and had been missing a part of her for her entire life.  She liked this feeling.  It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but as she shifted below him, she grew to enjoy the sensation of feeling so full and alive.  Every part of her body tingled and she felt strong and powerful, even though Hussan was looming over her like a large, magnificent shadow. 

And then he started moving.  Everything changed from that point on.  Isla no longer felt relaxed.  She didn’t exactly like the feeling, but it definitely didn’t hurt.  When he moved back inside her, she gasped and lifted her hips higher, wanting more of him.  The friction combined with his size felt….incredible! 

Isla grabbed his shoulders, her legs moving higher to take him deeper.  “Like that!” she gasped when he pushed into her harder.  “That feels…”

“What?” Hussan asked, gritting his teeth to maintain his control despite the incredible feelings she elicited within him with her body wrapped around him like this.  He wanted to slam into her, to let
loose
and just enjoy everything.  But this was her first
time
.  He had to go slower, to be gentle. 

Unfortunately, she wouldn’t let him go slow or gentle.  She put her hands on his shoulders and lifted her hips up, matching his every thrust.  He started counting down from ninety-nine, just to get his mind off of how good she felt and how he wanted to let his body slam into hers.  He only reached ninety-five by
the time she was screaming out her release, her body clenching tightly around his and her arms holding onto his shoulders with more strength than he would have given her credit for. 
She was strong, opinionated about how she wanted him to move and one of the sexiest women he’d ever known.

And she was all his, he thought as he released his control, pushing into her again and again until his climax gathered around him, then exploded.  His mind couldn’t function as he reveled in how perfect she was and how amazing it felt. 

When it was all over, he collapsed on top of her, still connected as the orgasm continued, but slowed in intensity.  As he pulled out and rolled onto his side, taking her with him and tucking her under his chin, he realized that, for the first time, he had forgotten to use protection. 

He smiled as he realized that he didn’t need to use that with Isla.  He wanted her to bear his children, to have a family with her and see her grow large with his child.  He’d bet she
would look
even more gorgeous all huge and sexy while carrying his babe.  The last thing he remembered was her hand curling up against him and her soft, sweet sigh of contentment as
s
he fell asleep. 

Chapter
5

Isla woke up and looked around, her body curled up against
Hussan
’s large, muscular frame
while her head used his
massive bicep
as a pillow.  Her legs were
intently
wrapped around his and his thigh was pressed hard against her hips, pressing against her heat and
her body instantly started throbbing with that same need she’d experienced last night when he started touching her in that decadent way
. 

She quickly slipped out of bed and almost ran to the shower, humiliated that she’d had so little resistance to him last night. 
Twenty-four hours!  She’d been in his presence for only twenty-four hours! 
She’d known the man one day and she was already in his bed!  She’d never reacted to any man the way she’d reacted to him.  And he was a monster! 
A man who didn’t even care about her feelings or those of his people.
 

She turned on the shower, amazed at how the whole room instantly felt like a tropical rain forest and the shower felt like a waterfall. 
She hadn’t been expecting that and it distracted her for a moment.  She looked around, seeing the rocks and the plants surrounding the stone area in a new way. 
This wasn’t just a shower.  It literally was a human made water fall that she could turn on and off.  Whoever had
created
this room had put some serious thought into the design. 

And then reality returned and she stepped into the water, wishing the soft flow didn’t make her think of
Hussan’s
hands as they cascaded down her skin, testing and teasing and making her lose her control. 
Again.
 

As she let the warm water soothe her body, she thought about last night and everything
that
had happened leading up to their lovemaking. 
Her accusations about the man weren’t really true, she thought to herself but she was still embarrassed that she’d given in so quickly to him.  Sex with a stranger, she sighed as she scrubbed her skin, trying to become clean again. 
It hadn’t even been the one time either. 
They’d made love over and over last night until she couldn’t lift her arms any longer.  Even then, he’d still been hungry for her but she’d begged him to let her sleep, promised him that she’d be more responsive in the morning. 
He’d let her sleep, but whispered in her ear that he was going to follow through on her promise. 

Tears were flowing down her face as she wrapped her arms around her
stomach
, the water cascading over her back and her body wracked by the sobs of humiliation over how easily she’d fallen into bed with a man she didn’t know and didn’t respect. 

“What am I?” she whispered to herself as she pushed her hair out of her eyes. 

Suddenly, warm hands were on her back and she jumped, would have slipped onto the rocks of the shower floor if
Hussan
’s strong hands hadn’t grabbed her to steady her.  “Take it easy,” he said softly and turned her gently so that she was facing him.

Isla knew that he was naked and she wanted to grab a towel to cover
herself
, but she didn’t think he would allow it, and
besides,
she was too embarrassed to step away from him.  She didn’t want his eyes on her, even though he could feel every inch of her nakedness already. 

“Shh…” he soothed, his hands moving down her back as she buried her face in his massive chest, his arms holding her safely against him.  He continued to
murmur
soft words into her ear, nothing really coming out or making any sense, but his strength, coupled with the non-sexual touch, started to break through her humiliation. 

“What are you doing?” she sniffed and turned so her face was
sideways
against his chest, her skin reveling in the lightly rough feeling
while her cheek pressed against
his chest
hair
. 

His hands continued to massage her scalp and back, rubbing the tense muscles in her shoulders. 
“I’m trying to figure out why you’re crying.”

She considered all the different ways she could answer his unspoken question, but in the end, she relied on the simple truth. 
“Because of last night,” she whispered
, more tears slipping down her cheeks
.

He was still for a moment,
then
his hands started moving again. “I thought you were enjoying the experience as much as I was.  But are you now telling me that it was that bad?”

Hussan
knew damn well that she had enjoyed the night.  Over and over again he’d brought her to a climax and he’d spank her cute little bottom if she tried to deny it now.  He’d heard her screams of satisfaction as he took her to the heights throughout the night. 

She didn’t say anything for a moment, but then he felt her breath against his chest despite the warm water gushing over them.  “No.  It was wonderful.”

He released the tension that had invaded him.  Her
acknowledgment
meant a great deal to him, he realized.  But if that wasn’t the issue, what was she sad about?  “So what’s the problem?”

She shifted slightly, started to look down, but saw his erection and turned away from that, looking to the side.  He wouldn’t let her step out of his arms, and the towels were stacked several feet away.  It was just easier to stay in his arms for those two reasons, she told herself. 

“I don’t know you,” she explained with a plaintive voice.  “I don’t really know anything about you and what I’ve heard, it isn’t good.”

“So get to know me.”  He thought that was the most obvious answer, but when she shook her head, he understood that there was more to the issue than just her lack of knowledge of him personally.

“How could I have…done those things with you?”

This was starting to make sense.  Women were a fickle group, he knew.  And this one might be a bit
more tender
hearted than the others. 
“Maybe because we were meant to be together?”

Isla almost laughed, not just at how ridiculous that statement sounded, something so romantic coming from such an enormously large
, tough and muscular
man, but also because his reputation was just so…mean and unmerciful.  She just couldn’t put the two
personas
together. 

“I’m not sure how you can say we were meant to be together when I don’t know who you are or why you make the decisions you do.  You’re a complete mystery to me.”

“
A
nd yet you burn up every time I touch you,” he said, kissing the top of her head. 

She sighed and relaxed against him.  “I don’t want to.”

He chuckled deep in his chest as he
bent down.  A moment later, he
poured shampoo onto his hand before massaging it into her hair.  “I don’t think we have a choice in this,” he said.

She thought he meant no choice because they’d already signed the contracts but that only made her feel worse.  It was almost like she was trapped.  But with his fingers moving against her scalp, she wasn’t too concerned about it at the moment.  She’d think about it later. 

When he pushed her head under the waterfall, gently rinsing out her hair she thought he was the
gentlest
man she’d ever met. 
But when she looked up at him, his eyes were watching her breasts and not really paying a great deal of attention to his hands that were shifting her hair around to help rinse out the shampoo.  She took over the task at that point but that was a mistake as well since that only freed up his hands to skim along her water slick body.

As his fingers trailed up her back and down her arms, she forgot about the shampoo and gripped the waterfall rocks beside her, holding on as her legs wanted to give out.  She tried to shake her head, to deny that this was happening once again.  But when he stopped and she thought he was going to step away from her, her eyes sprung open to look for him, only to find him reaching for the soap.  He wasn’t going away at all and she relaxed in one way, and became tense in other ways. 

The water had
slickened
her skin to one level but the scented soap on his hand, moving against her skin and discovering all new places that made her gasp or tingle, she knew that this was an entirely new level of sensuousness. 

When he spun her around, picking her up and placing her on one of the lower level rocks, she didn’t understand.  But she felt his erection prodding her from behind and instantly shifted her body to accommodate him.  The rock brought her higher, to just the right level to meet him.  Although this position was somewhat more embarrassing, when he slid inside of her, her heat welcoming him and her body adjusting as his size filled her up once again, she decided that this was an extremely nice position to be in.

Her fingers held on to the rocks, her body pressing back against him as he took her slowly up the pinnacle, her body clamoring for a faster pace but he wouldn’t give in to her body’s demands.  She
whimpered
with her need, but when he reached around her, his fingers teasing her, she couldn’t care less about his pace as his fingers helped her climb even higher. 

Her body was his violin and he played her like a master.  When she couldn’t take the pressure any longer, he finally gave her the release she’d be
en craving, and his own release
held her enthralled as he
pushed into her over and over, spilling himself into her and holding her steady, gently in his arms as her climax caused her legs to collapse. 

Afterwards, he took a towel and gently dried her off
before bundling her into yet another towel.  “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” he said as she tucked the ends above her breasts. 

“I don’t have any clothes.”

He smiled and thought
that
would be a perfect state. 
Unfortunately
, he couldn’t keep her in ignorance.  “Your sister packed up your clothes and had them sent over yesterday afternoon.  I believe they’re hanging in the closet by now.”  He walked into the closet himself and grabbed the clothes his own servants had delivered there.  When, he had no idea but he’d come to accept that the servants knew exactly when to come and go so as not to disturb them.