This was pure madness.
Wrong to have dragged her back to this room.
Even worse to stay. He should leave now. But he could no more do that than tell his heart to cease beating.
She went lower, over his abdomen, using her lips and her tongue to explore each ridge of muscle with tormenting thoroughness. Finally, with a hum of pleasure, she took him into her mouth, tasting them both with a sweep of her tongue that sent his hands into her hair.
Her eyes held his as she worked him. Learning how to please him. Teasing him, testing him. Driving him to the edge of sanity. He stopped her before he lost the power to control anything. She sent him that smile again and, as if she’d been savouring a feast, licked her lips.
The minx.
Well, two could play at that game.
He rolled on top of her, pinning her down, kissing her breasts, nuzzling the soft flesh, lapping at each distended nipple. Excited by her moans of pleasure, he kissed lower and lower, to the curls between her thighs.
She was honey-sweet. Like nothing he’d ever tasted. He couldn’t get enough. He kissed, he licked, he suckled the little bud at the very heart of her.
She bucked and writhed but he held her down with a hand splayed across her belly. Watching her come apart, hearing her broken little cries, was the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. Oh, how he wanted this woman.
He rose to his knees, grasped her hips and shoved into her, groaning as the last of her orgasm pulsed around him.
She’d been a virgin. He should be more gentle. But he couldn’t. He’d never known such abandon.
A wild joy leapt in his chest.Mine, he thought, fiercely.Truly mine.Something pure and good. Completely untainted by years of self-loathing.
That new fissure cracked wider.
He thrust again, and Lily arched beneath him on a long sigh of bliss. With a smile—a dazzling sunshine smile she’d never gifted him before—she placed her hand on his chest, over his heart, and lifted her hips. Giving herself to him so completely he felt that cold, unyielding part of him finally shatter into pieces and knew he was changed for ever.
Love, he thought, half dazed.It’s love.I love her.
Trembling now, he lay over her, crushing her into the mattress, desperate to imprint himself on every inch of her. His sweat bathed her body, his seed was in her mouth and in her womb, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to be the very air she breathed. He wanted to be lodged indelibly in her heart. He wanted her as changed as he was.
‘Lily...’ he breathed. Like a vow.
Then he sealed her lips with his and set about seducing her all over again.
Her hands dug into his buttocks, pulling him in closer. Her hips rose up to meet his. ‘More,’ she moaned, urging him on.
And all finesse forgotten, pumping hard and fast, he answered that siren call. Utterly lost in her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
THESTEADYTHUMP-THUMPagainst her ear was soothing. Khaled’s heartbeat, and the slow fall and rise of his chest as he slept, was not what woke her. That was the far-off whir of a helicopter, ferrying away the last of the party guests.
The noise disappeared into the night and Lily nestled closer. Khaled’s arms enclosed her, his chin rested on top of her head. Whatever came next could wait until tomorrow. For now, she was cocooned in happiness.
She pressed her lips to his chest, laid her cheek on that same spot, and drifted back to sleep.
When she woke again the noise was closer. This time from outside her rooms. Someone was at the door.
She stirred in Khaled’s arms, about to wake him.
‘It’s all right. I hear it.’ He pushed up to an elbow as another knock sounded, more urgent.
‘Put on your wrap,’ he whispered, ‘and go and see who it is.’
In the sitting room, she scooped up hisghutrahand blackagaland tucked them away from view. Her discarded dress she laid neatly over the sofa, as if removed when she undressed herself, not stripped away by the hands of a lover.