Never Resist a Sheikh (International Bad Boys) by Jackie Ashenden

Author:Jackie Ashenden [Ashenden, Jackie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Published: 2015-09-01T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Felicity’s mind blanked as his hand wrapped around her braid. As he pulled her head back and devoured her completely, his kiss full of dark heat and hunger. Taking her mouth like he owned her, as if she was a city he’d just conquered and was now intent on razing to the ground.

She’d wanted to get answers from him and maybe she’d been too blunt. But her curiosity had gotten the better of her and she hadn’t been able to help herself. As soon as she’d mentioned his brother’s name, she’d seen something flash in his dark eyes. Pain and anger and what she thought was fear. And it hooked her. Made her want to know everything.

Made her stay when perhaps she should have done what he’d roared at her and gotten out while she could.

But she hadn’t. Because something had made her stay. Not just curiosity but something else. Something hot.

He’d been shirtless and she’d been painfully aware of that from the moment Jamal had shown her into the room. Stripped to the waist and wearing only the familiar black combat pants, that massive sword in his hands. A tall, powerfully muscled figure shifting fluidly through a series of movements so graceful it had almost looked like a dance. A lethal, deadly dance.

That had been the flashpoint, the ignition. The spark that had lit the hot, burning thing inside her. And she’d tried to push it to one side because it got in the way of her thinking and made her feel so horribly out of her depth.

But then he’d lost his temper, getting close to her and, by rights, she should have been afraid of him, so massively built and with a dagger in his hand. Except she hadn’t been afraid. Only…fascinated by the sense of barely contained violence running through him like a subliminal hum. By the sharp obsidian of his eyes and the black flame burning in them.

He was beautiful, dangerous. And she hadn’t wanted to leave.

So she hadn’t and now she was trembling, that hot thing igniting into a conflagration that felt as if it was searing her from the inside out. And it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

Her mouth opened beneath his, letting his tongue push inside, exploring her, tasting her. And she was kissing him back, with no idea what she was doing; only that the flavor of him was so hot, spicy, and delicious, and she couldn’t stop herself.

His arm around her waist was so strong, so heavy, a manacle binding her to him, while her fingers gripped tightly onto his powerful shoulders. Her heartbeat was louder than thunder in her head and so fast she thought she might pass out.

This was as deadly a dance as the moves he’d made with his sword. Because all there was under her hands was his skin. Smooth and slick with sweat, and so hot it felt like she’d put her hands on a heated element. It burned. He burned.

And so did she.

The hand

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