Taken by the Sheikh by Pearson Kris

Author:Pearson, Kris [Pearson, Kris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kris Pearson
Published: 2012-01-06T16:00:00+00:00

Her indrawn breath made him smile and close his eyes. She’d be delicious if coaxed gently and surely to abandon herself to him. Already she’d demonstrated she was a truly sensual being—her response to his kiss in the stables had been instinctive and generous, and now she was sighing with pleasure as he brushed her beautiful hair.

As compensation for the hideous kidnapping and the horrible exhibitions by her foster-brother, Rafiq was willing to proceed with infinite restraint, melting her caution, allaying her suspicions, drawing her ever closer to desiring him. He pictured craving and confusion warring in her vivid blue eyes...until the craving won and he advanced another step.

She was exquisite—a true test of his manhood because of her vulnerability and desperately low expectations. Taking a woman to his bed was pleasurable, yes—but withholding his own pleasure to give and give and give to her until she screamed for him; that was the ultimate challenge—and his ultimate reward as well.

“Perhaps the swimming’s not a good idea?” she asked.

He felt his dream puncture...his plan shatter.

“The swimming,” he murmured, bending to kiss her nape a second time, “is an excellent idea. The moon will be full, the water in the lake has been warmed by a long day’s sun, and we can take all the time we want to enjoy ourselves. There’s no need for an early start tomorrow.”

He kissed her a third time—brushing his lips a little lower to where her neck met her tunic collar—and was rewarded by definite trembling. His spirits rose. Taking her by storm would be easy, but taking her by stealth would be sensational.

He swept the brush through her hair several more times, and laid it aside as Yasmina approached.

“I have set two places at the big dining table, My Lord Rafiq.”

“Thank-you, Yasmina. Will you serve in five minutes?”

“I will, My Lord. And your lady is very beautiful in her new clothes.”

He inclined his head and smiled.

“Come,” he said to Laurel, holding out a hand for hers. “Yasmina’s decided we look fit for the formal dining room tonight.”

“We certainly didn’t last night,” she replied. “Me in your shirt, you in no shirt.” She rose to stand, and he pulled back the chair for her. As she turned, she got her first proper look at him and her mouth fell open. Black tuxedo, snowy white dress shirt, velvet bow tie.

“Rafiq!”

“Laurel...” His eyes danced with merriment as he enjoyed her surprise. “The Lodge deserves a little grandeur.” He surveyed her slowly from top to toe, noting her touches of make-up, her long drift of hair against the regal clothes he’d provided, her small feet in the jeweled golden sandals.

The desire to possess her streaked through him sharp as a sword. Smokey hunger flared in his eyes, replacing the merriment in a split second. His former resolution slipped a notch or two; she was so bewitching he wanted her on any terms at all. Could he bear to wait?

He enclosed her hand in his and led her through the house to the softly-lit dining room.

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