The Sheik's Pregnant Lover (Love By Accident) (14 page)

“You’re staying here,” he countered and moved closer.  With a swift
movement
, he swung her up into his arms and she had no choice but to grab onto his neck and hold on while he carried her back to his bed. 

“What are you doing?” she demanded when he laid her down in the center of the bed. 

“Right at the moment, I’m putting you back in bed.  But in about two seconds, I’m going to make love to you since you appear to be feeling better.”

“No!” she gasped and tried to roll away, but he caught her and pulled her back. 

“There’s no getting out of this,” he replied.  “You talk in your sleep, by the way,” he said and covered her mouth with his, preventing her from asking him what she might have revealed. 

His hands didn’t stop touching her until all of her clothes were gone.
  It probably would have been better for her case if she hadn’t helped him pull her clothes off.  But within seconds of him kissing her, all she wanted was more of this man.  More of his touch and helping him get her clothes off so she could feel him was imperative.
  She couldn’t believe how effective he was at dispensing with female clothing but when he covered her naked body with his, she didn’t protest any longer.  She’d dreamed about this so many times over the past several weeks and with him here, his legs pressing between hers, she couldn’t fight it any longer. 

His hands were everywhere, touching her stomach, molding her breasts in his hands, kissing the tips and then coming back for a longer taste as he sucked against the hard peaks, not relenting until she cried out and tried to push his head away from the intensity of what he was making her feel. 

He was relentless, moving down her body and she was barely able to
breathe
with all the sensations she was feeling.  One after the other, she couldn’t seem to catch up and when he moved between her legs, she just about lifted off the bed with the shock of his tongue on her heat.  She was actually embarrassed by how wet she was as he slid one finger, then two inside of her, moving his fingers in and out while his tongue teased that hard nub.  When she was close, so close to her climax, he stopped and stilled, looking up at her with angry eyes.  “Tell me that you’re mine,” he commanded.

“I’m not!  I’m not anyone’s to order around!” she screamed out and moved underneath him, furious that he wasn’t giving her what she wanted.  But he wouldn’t let her escape and his hand came right back to her core, moving slightly against the swollen flesh. 

“You are mine.  Even if you won’t say the words, I know that you have always been mine ever since the moment we met.”  His hands shifted and she gasped when he did something that shot sparks of fire throughout her whole body.  “Tell me you like this,” he commanded more softly. 

“Yes!” she screamed again.

“Tell me you want me to keep doing it to you.”

“Yes!” she begged, her eyes wide, showing him the desire she was feeling, the way every cell in her body needed him to come back to her.  “I need you so much!”

Rashid couldn’t wait any longer.  She was so hot, so beautiful like this that he couldn’t resist the need to bury himself deep inside of her, to take her to the limits of what her body was capable of feeling.  The need to show her that they belonged together overrode his need to possess her completely. 

“You’re mine,” he growled a moment before he moved back and tasted her one more time, bringing her over the edge to a climax but not relenting.  Over and over again, he brought her to the peak until she was shivering in his arms.  Only then did he move higher, filling her up with himself. 

“Protection!” she gasped when she felt his hardness at her core. 

“Don’t need it any longer,” he said and slid into her heat, gritting his teeth with how wonderful she felt without the irritation of a condom between their skin.  “You feel incredible!” he said and bent down to kiss her while his hands pulled her legs up, allowing him to push deeper inside of her.  “So wet, so hot for me,” he said and moved slightly, eliciting that sexy gasp of pleasure he remembered so well from their creek days. 

Even then, he wouldn’t enjoy his own release until she was with him, needing her complete abandonment of herself to him so they could ride the wave together.  When he felt her body start to pulse around him, he let himself go, pounding harder and faster to reach the ultimate release.  As his body drained into her, he thought about the baby they’d formed several weeks ago and the orgasm actually increased in intensity, making him shudder with the power of it all. 

A long time later, with her once again curled up beside him and fading off to sleep, he chuckled at her demand for pregnancy protection.  She didn’t hear his amusement since she’d already drifted off to sleep once again, but he thought it cute that she still didn’t realize that she was pregnant. 

And because she was a real chatterbox while she slept, he had no doubt that the baby was his. Unlike the first time she’d fallen asleep in his arms when he’d avoided any kind of pressure on her stomach, he now placed his hand over her flat abdomen.  It was almost as if he wanted to protect his unborn child from harm. 

Sidra woke up feeling better, but once again, she was wrapped around Rashid.  She wanted to bury her face in her hands with embarrassment after her memory caught up
with
her but she considered it a higher priority to get out of this room before it happened again.  And that was a definite possibility since she was already feeling those stirrings. 

The room was still dark and she had no idea what time it was.  She felt better, refreshed, but since she’d traveled east into time zones, it could be the middle of the afternoon for all she knew.  She’d slept on the plane, but wasn’t sure how long. 

She had to get out of here!

She tip toed towards what she suspected was the door to his bedroom and was grateful when it opened and there was bright, morning light shining through the windows.  That gave her a time reference. 

A man with bulging muscles stepped into her pathway and she jumped, almost yelling out with her surprise but she was able to stop herself in time. 

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know where my luggage has been placed.  Do you have any idea?” she asked.

The man nodded and waved for her to follow him.  He led her to a room right across from the door she’d just left and she was surprised.  “I thought this was Rashid’s private area.  Is this actually the guest wing?”

The man shook his head and opened the door for her, turning on the light and doing a visual check of the room before standing back and silently indicating that she could enter. 

Sidra thought that was odd, but so far, everything
had been odd from the moment
she’d stepped onto the plane. 
Yesterday?  Or was it still today? 

She sighed and shook her head.  She was too mixed up to have an existential moment. 

She saw her luggage though so she was relieved to at least be able to change and get into something less rumpled.  She closed the door behind her, smiling her thanks to the man who had shown her in.  Once alone, she hurried over to her cases and opened them up, but all of them were empty.  She opened the various doors and found one that led to a beautiful marble bathroom, and another that was filled with her clothes, all freshly pressed and hanging in the closet.  She chose another suit, this one a simple navy blue one and another silk
shirt
and headed into the bathroom.  Once she was showered and her hair blow dried, she felt enormously better.  A touch of makeup, her suit in place and buttoned up, and she could almost forget that she’d made love to Rashid last night. 

Except that her body was still tingling from the experience and her mind kept jumping back to those moments when she had begged him, needed him so desperately that she hadn’t cared what she said or did as long as he would continue touching her.  Yes, that was embarrassing.  But enormously satisfying. 

She was turning to head out of the room when everything swayed, spinning around her and she stopped, sank into the bed and just sat there until everything was better.  Food!  She really needed
food!
  She was so hungry she was faint with hunger.  It wasn’t good to skip so many meals.  She couldn’t even count how many meals she’d missed since she had no idea what day it was or even the time, much less which time zone she was in. 

She stepped out of the room and that same guard was still standing outside the door.  “Would you mind telling me where I might find some breakfast?” she asked, not sure if she should actually go outside the palace to get something to eat or if food would be provided. 
She might be here with Rashid, but she was fully aware of her status as an employee and nothing else. 

Okay, so she had slept with the guy last night.  More than slept with him, she cringed. 
M
aybe she had a slightly altered status, but she didn’t like what that made her, so she resumed her acceptance of her role as employee or vendor, whichever was more appropriate.

At this point, with her stomach growling loudly, she didn’t even care about palace protocol
or what her status was currently
.  If
Rashid or this burly guard
wouldn’t tell
her
where
to find some place to eat, she’d just walk down the street and grab something out of the first place she saw.  She was too hungry to be picky. 

How far was it to get out of the palace
?
  She had a vague recollection of very long hallways and several check points.  Last night, no one had stopped Rashid, but since he was the head honcho, he probably had carte blanche to move about the palace wherever he desired.  She definitely
wouldn’t
have that kind of access so it might be a long time before she found food.  That wasn’t good, she thought as her stomach rumbled a protest. 
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The man nodded
at her request
and turned slightly.  He said something into his watch and Sidra felt odd, wondering what kind of spy novel she’d fallen into.  Since he was speaking in Arabic, she had no idea what he said, but he turned back to her and stood looking
down
at her. 

She raised an eyebrow, wondering if he’d understood her.  “Okay,” she replied awkwardly and looked around.  The door to the suite was off to her left and she pointed to it.  “I’m going to go out and find something to eat because I really can’t wait much longer.”

The man stepped in front of the door and shook his head. 

“I’m not allowed to leave?” she asked, trying to understand his non-verbal messages.  A body in front of the exit was definitely loud and clear
but she wanted to understand the why
. 

The man shook his head just as a knock sounded on the door. 
He
turned and opened the door, peering around before he nodded and allowed whoever was there to come in.  He stood back and a large, linen covered tray was wheeled into the room by two uninformed servants. 

There were about five different silver covered dishes but the most overwhelming scent was the coffee.  She was about to say something, to ask that the coffee be removed but before she could utter a word, her entire world simply blacked out. 
Her last thought before she hit the floor was that the large man who hadn’t let her leave sure could move quickly. 

Sidra woke up, unsure of how long she’d been out but people were yelling around her, she was being carried by strong arms and she heard Rashid’s voice somewhere.  “Get the doctor” was all she could
decipher
as her head continued to spin. 

“Please.  I’m okay,” she whispered but no one seemed to be paying attention to her. 

The man who had arrived last night bustled into the room, looking concerned.  Before she had a chance to do anything, her arm was pricked by the needle.  Sidra looked down, saw the needle and her mind blanked out once again.

By the time she woke up this time, the room was empty except for Rashid who was sitting beside her looking worried.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as she blinked in the bright sunlight. 

“You fainted.  Again.”  Rashid took her hand in his and held it tightly.  “The coffee the first time.  Needle the second time.”

Her stomach churned at the thought of a needle poking her and she put her free hand to her forehead.  “Needle?” she asked weakly.

“Yes.  The doctor tried to get a blood sample last night, but you were too tired and weak from the plane trip.  And then this morning when you fainted, he ordered a blood test immediately.  When you saw the needle in your arm…”

“Stop!” she gasped and rolled over onto her side.  “I really hate needles,” she said weakly. 

“So I guess we’re going through natural childbirth instead of an epidural?” he suggested with amusement lacing his voice. 

Sidra rolled onto her back once again and stared up at him.  “What do you mean?  I’m not having a baby and there’s no need for an epidural!”
She shuddered at the idea of the enormously large needle that was used to administer an epidural directly into the spine. 

Rashid’s mouth lifted on one side as he shook his head.  “I’m afraid that you are pregnant.  About three weeks ago
, which technically makes you five weeks pregnant
.”