The Sheik's Rebellious Mistress (11 page)

Unsatisfied, Dharr carefully unsnapped her jeans, then pulled them gently off her, revealing her soft, creamy skin. He almost groaned when he saw her black lace underwear. It was the first underwear he"d had her try on last weekend.

Curiosity won over and, instead of being the gentleman, he unbuttoned her sweater and slipped that off as well. Sure enough, her full, heavy breasts were encased, barely, in the matching black lace bra.

Dharr gritted his teeth, already aching to be inside her, to feel her soft body wrap around his length. Soon, he thought. He"d give her a few hours of sleep, then wake her later.

He pulled the blanket up over her curves, shut off the light and walked out of the bedroom. Spending the evening on the phone was not how he"d planned on spending his evening. Especially since most of his concentration was on her instead of the conversations.

Electra woke up with the sun shining brightly on her face. Trying to throw her arm over eyes didn"t help so instead, she wiggled away, toward the source of heat she"d found. Not wanting to wake up just yet, she sighed softly, curving her body towards the furnace.

She felt as well as heard Dharr"s laughter. “Oh, no you don"t, lovely lady,” he said and pulled her more firmly against him, rolling over so her soft body was pinned underneath him. His head bent to nuzzle her neck, finishing the process of waking her up.

“Dharr!” she gasped, pulling her arms out from underneath her and grabbing onto his broad shoulders.

“That"s a much better response,” he murmured and moved on to her shoulder, nibbling and kissing his way down to her nipple.

“What happened last night?” she asked, smiling and arching into his mouth and hands.

“You fell asleep on me.” His hands were everywhere, making her moan softly as he rediscovered each small area of her body that was sensitive to his touch. “Don"t let that happen again,” he growled when his fingers reached between her legs and discovered how ready she was for him.

Electra couldn"t hide her reaction and when his fingers found her core, she whimpered, needing something other than his fingers inside her. “Stop teasing, Dharr,” she said harshly, her mouth falling open as sensations ripped through her body. “Please, no more!” she almost yelled.

“You made me wait,” he said and moved his fingers slightly. “I don"t like waiting.”

“Sorry,” she said, her nails digging into his shoulder. “You should have woken me up.”

“You were too tired,” he said and pulled his hand away. Only to replace it with himself.

Her heat welcomed him and Electra moved slightly, trying to accommodate his size, forcing her body to relax. When he was fully inside her, she looked up at him, licking her dry lips and smiling. “I missed you too,” she said and moved her hips the way he"d taught her, enjoying the surprise that streaked across his face.

Dharr was stunned at how much their bodies worked together. Being inside this slender beauty felt as if he was coming home. He didn"t like that feeling. It shocked too many of his beliefs onto the floor. Needing to gain control, he slipped his arm underneath her hips and rolled her over, trapping her legs to the side of his hips. “Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded.
Electra"s eyes widened with the new position. She could already feel her body tightening, the sensations stronger and it scared her. “No,” she gasped.

“Wrap them, Ellie,” he ordered and moved once again, enjoying how her head fell backwards. “Do it.”

Ellie couldn"t ignore him any longer. Her body was poised and she knew he wouldn"t let her have what she needed until she followed his orders. Despite her better judgment, she complied, then almost screamed as the pleasure coursed through her when his body moved. “Dharr!” she cried out, her head thrashing back and forth on the bed. Her hands could only clench the sheets, unable to reach him from this position. He was completely in control and the feelings of helplessness only increased the pleasure.

In the end, when the climaxed finally took her body, she wasn"t able to control herself. Her voice screamed out, over and over again as he took her to a pinnacle that she"d never dreamed possible. And when her body had finally calmed, her nerves, her muscles and even her bones melting into the soft mattress, she couldn"t even form the words to thank himfor what he"d done to her. She was simply too weak to speak.

So when he pulled her close and held her as she fell back to sleep, she showed him in the only way she knew how what she was feeling. She curled her body up against his, her mouth kissing him gently on the neck before sleep once again took her into its soft escape.

It was past lunchtime when she woke up again. Looking around, she saw that the bed was in complete turmoil, the blanket and sheets completely dislodged from the mattress and only one pillow still on the bed. She was pretty sure the pillows against the wall were her doing, having been thrown out of the way when she needed to become one with that man.

“Your awake,” a deep voice said from the doorway.

Electra looked across the room, her face immediately turning bright red when she saw the satisfied look on his face. The smile turned sexy as he walked toward her, his jeans hugging his hips and the turtleneck hugging his bulging muscles.

“I"m awake,” she repeated, pulling the sheet more firmly around her naked breasts.

He leaned down to kiss her. “Are you hungry?” he asked.

Electra realized that she was famished. She"d missed both lunch and dinner yesterday, too upset and exhausted to eat anything. Then she"d obviously slept through breakfast today. “Yes. I"m very hungry,” she answered, her eyes looking at his chin, unable to meet his eyes.
She heard his laughter and glanced up. “What"s so funny?” she asked, wanting to reach out and touch him but too embarrassed bywhat they"d done earlier.

“You are,” he responded, a finger reaching out to touch her cheek. “And you"re perfectly pink skin, eyes that can"t meet mine and your delectable body which you"re trying to hide underneath that sheet.” He let his gaze travel down to her breasts, seeing how her nipples puckered through the sheet. “You"re sweet, and beautiful. And I can"t wait to get you to do that with me again.”

Electra sucked in a deep breath. “Again?” she asked, already her body responding. “You mean,you don"t think…” she started to ask him if he"d thought worse of her for participating in such a daring sexual position but he stopped her by placing a finger over her mouth.

“Don"t say another word.” He said. “There"s nothing wrong with what we sh are in this bed. You"re a very passionate woman and I"m grateful you"re willing to share that passion with me.”

There weren"t many things that would have made her feel better, but his words did the trick. She smiled tentatively up at him. “Really?” she asked.

“Really,” he replied, holding back his laughter as he saw the relief break through her features. “Now, how about some food, then we can hit the slopes.” He pulled her up and carried her to the bathroom. “Unless you"d like a repeat performance right now,” he said as he released her legs and saw her body.

Electra immediately grabbed a towel and covered her front. “I think I could use a shower,” she said and took a step away, needing just a little space to get her thoughts together. The past fortyeight hours, she"d felt as if she"d been on an emotional roller coaster.

He chuckled and ignored her backward step, pulling her into his arms and kissing her. “I like the back view just as much as the front,” he said a moment before he released her and walked out of the bathroom.

Electra didn"t understand until she turned slightly and saw the huge mirror. She"d covered her front, but he"d had a full view of her bottom in the mirror.

She took only a few minutes in the shower since the warm water and scented soap rubbing along her body only reminded her of how incredible Dharr"s lovemaking turned out to be. He was a master and she felt as if her body were slipping out of control. Even a shower now was turning her on and all she could think about was how fast she could get back to him, be with him, make love with him. What had happened to the need for a little space?
Grabbing the towel again in self disgust, she toweled herself dry, then wrapped herself in it, padding barefoot to the bedroom. All of her clothes had been unpacked but she found a pair of jeans, long sleeved tee-shirt and sexy underwear already out for her. She suspected that Dharr had chosen this ensemble since the underwear was red.

Slipping into the clothes, she thought hard about what was going on, what her body needed and what her mind could take. Was she setting herself up for heartache by having this affair with Dharr? And she didn"t even shy away from that word. That"s exactly what she was having. It was a mind-blowing affair with a powerful, overwhelming, handsome man of the world. Everything they"d done together, both in and out of bed, had been so much more than she"d anticipated.

Her self-introspection was going to have to wait though. Her stomach growled and Electra acknowledged that she couldn"t put off eating any longer, no matter how much her mind told her she needed space to think things through.

Opening the door to the bedroom, she walked into the great room and eventually found Dharr seated in an overstuffed sofa watching hockey. He smiled when she walked up and within moments, a large tray of food was brought to her. There was fragrant chili with all the fixings and a large pan of corn bread.

“Chili?” she laughed, stunned by the lunch offerings. “I never would have thought you"d like such an American meal.” Her stomach was too demanding to care about anything at the moment but filling it so she leaned forward and filled a bowl, added sour cream and cheese, then leaned back in the sofa, tucking her feet underneath her before tasting the delicious smelling meal. “Oh, this is delicious.”

“I"m glad you like it. It"s one of my favorite meals whenever I go skiing.”

“Have you been out to the slopes yet?” she asked.

“Nope. I"ve been waiting for you.”

That shocked her. “I"m so sorry! You should have gone while I was sleeping.”

“I waited. And the wait was well compensated,” he grinned wickedly. “I don"t feel deprived inany way.”

They ate, talked, skied and made love for the rest of the we ekend. Electra wasn"t surprised when she flew back to London without ever speaking to another soul besides Dharr. Nor did she have any desire to. It was as if their weekends together were special and needed to be packed with only the two of them. And everywhere they went, he would touch her or kiss her, to the point that, midway down one run during a break, he pulled her off to the side so they were hidden by the trees and kissed her till she was senseless. He was ruthless in his passion that weekend, showing her in so many ways how much she had to learn about sex and relationships.
Chapter 8

“Do you like the apartment?” Dharr asked, his hand skimming down Electra"s spine making her wiggle.

“Yes,” she sighed, closing her eyes as her body came awake. “It"s beautiful.” They were back in the Paris apartment a month after their skiing trip. The month had been full of wonder and anticipation as she met Dharr in all sorts of cities. She"d never traveled to so many places in her life, nor had she spent so much money. She"d definitely dented her bank account meeting him in all the exotic places. Not that he would allow her to pay for anything once they arrived. In fact, money was never even mentioned nor seen. Everything seemed to be paid for in advance. Private museum tours, operas, ballets, dinners at exclusive restaurants, touring the countryside, all of it was mysteriously and anonymously arranged as if by magic. It was a little disconcerting when Electra stopped to think about it but, since Dharr rarely allowed her time to think when he was around, she hadn"t considered too many angles of their time together.

“When can you move in?” he asked, his hand slipping around to the front of her, capturing a nipple between his fingers.

Electra laughed . “I don"t like it that much,” she said and squirmed around so she was facing him. “Why would I move in here? The commute would kill me,” she said teasingly.

She barely heard his sigh, but it was there nonetheless. “You"re going to have to quit your job, Ellie. You don"t make enough money to justify working, much less all the time you put into those kids. Besides, I want you to focus only on me,” he said, his rough face bending to nuzzle her neck.

His words chilled Electra and she pulled away, enough so that she could look at his face. She didn"t really like what she saw. “What are you saying?” she asked, trying to control her temper and not make any assumptions about what he was asking of her. Her grandmother would be proud because six weeks ago, she would have already been livid, pulling away and running as fast as she could the other way.

He stopped kissing her neck, realizing she was serious about her confusion. Looking down into her eyes, he smiled, sure that the idea of becoming his mistress would be thrilling to her. “I want you to move in here. I"ll visit you as often as I can but while I"m not here, you"ll have plenty of money to entertain you.”

Electra pulled away even further and sat up, fully awake and pushing the desire he"d stoked to the side. “Just to be clear, you want me to quit my job that I just started a few weeks ago, move to a strange country into an apartment I don"t own and be at your beck and call for whenever you deign to visit me. Do I have that straight?” she asked with a tightness in her chest she"d never felt around him. Their time together was always special and filled with romance and heated passion. Controversial subjects were immediately pushed to the side, both of them knowing they had too little time together to waste it on arguments.

Dharr laughed and pulled her down so she was underneath him again, his body covering hers in order to suppress her angry movements. “You make it sound worse than it is. But think of all the nights we"d have just like last night,” he suggested.

Electra was having none of that. She pulled herself out from underneath him, dragging the sheet behind her and climbing out of bed. “In other words, you want me to become your mistress, is that right?” she asked, her temper on full boil now.