“Why not have a lot of fun?” She pouted, removing her vest and throwing it towards him. It hit him in the face, enveloping him in her sweet fragrance. His chest rolled with a slam of desire.
“Because you have half an hour and I do not want to rush this.” Dark colour stained his cheekbones as she slid her skirt down her body, her eyes not leaving his.
“So you’re telling me,” she murmured, stepping out of her shoes at the same time, and beginning to peel her stockings from her legs. “That you’re going to have me naked in your apartment and refuse to give me what I haven’t been able to stop thinking about?”
He tilted his head back, his laugh hoarse. He deserved a medal for having resisted her as long as he had.
“No. I’m not that saintly,” he promised. Her eyes flared and she smiled, adrenalin and desire forming a slick between her legs. He pulled her towards him, his eyes silently communicating with hers, reading her, understanding her. “I don’t want you to regret this.”
“I know I won’t.”
The lies he was telling her – rather the truth he was failing to give her – filled him with a sense of guilt. One that was almost equal to his need for her. “We can take it slowly. Get to know one another better. To be sure you’re sure…”
“My God, Ra’if. I want you to make love to me. Do you want me to write it in blood?”
He shook his head, finally subduing his good intentions. “No. I want you to scream my name, Azeri.” He lifted her over his shoulder and carried her as though she weighed little more than a feather, through the apartment and into a palatial bedroom on the other side. It was beyond luxurious – it was as though items had been chosen simply based on their financial worth. The bed looked to have golden posts, the carpet was thick wool, so soft it was like walking on clouds, the mirrors had golden frames, the wallpaper was exquisite. It also had the en
ormous windows but with a quick press of a button near the door, they were shuttered closed, given them privacy and almost completely darkness.
She pushed at his shirt, tearing a button in her haste to remove it. He laughed throatily. “Slow down, jalilah,” he groaned but she shook her head.
“No time. Please.”
He nodded, kicking his shoes off and undoing his pants, sliding them down his legs and reaching for her in one motion.
His arousal surprised her. Her eyes flew to his and he shrugged. “Being near you is foreplay.”
Her cheeks flushed, but she was flying through the heavens, so thrilled was she with his obvious attraction to her.
The minute he was naked though, she froze. He was so, so sexy, and his cock was huge. “Oh.” Her eyes flew to his face and she caught the hint of amusement there.
“You want to do this?” He walked past her, reaching into the bedside drawer and lifting out a condom.
She nodded, incapable of speech, as he unfurled it over his length. Then he was back in front of her, kissing her, his hands tangling in her hair, roughening it, loosening it, using it to pull her head back so he had full access to her face. He kissed her as though it was their last kiss. It was a kiss of desperate passion. His body pushed hers back onto the bed. She didn’t fight it; she fell willingly, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms scratching his back.
“Ra’if,” she screamed, tilting her head back. He took one of her nipples in his mouth, rolling his tongue around its erect tip, making her scream out. With one hand, he parted her legs, stretching them wide on the bed.
“I’ll go slowly,” he promised into her ear, pressing his tip against her feminine heart.
It was so good; the promise of what was now imminent made tears sparkle on her eyes. She held her breath and he mistook the gesture.
“Relax,” he whispered.
She nodded, a weak smile on her lips. “I am.”
He thrust a little deeper, and then slowly glided further, allowing her muscles time to adjust to his invasion each step of the way, until she’d taken his entire length.
It was better than anything he could have described.
He moved slowly at first, feeling for her pleasure centres, watching her, waiting to see what drove her wild, and then he exploited those weaknesses, tormenting her until Melinda was a quivering mess beneath him. He felt her muscles convulse; she was close to an orgasm. And hell, it had been so long to Ra’if that his once-legendary control was slipping.
He waited until she’d tipped over into the abyss and was moaning indecipherably and then he thrust once more, hard and deep, and fell after her, his body wracked with the depth of sensation, his mind not comprehending anything beyond this most perfect moment.
The room was silent but for their rasped exhalations.
Only hours later, staring out the window at work, her body still tingling, her mind fogged by pleasure and a sense of disbelief at what they’d done, did she realise she still didn’t know his full name.
CHAPTER SIX