than she’d anticipated. “Okay, you asked for it,” she said and twisted around, trying to knock him back down.
Unfortunately, her plan backfired and she was twisted around so that her back was pressed against his chest and her arms were twisted around her stomach. She was trapped.
“Are you giving up?” he asked, his voice dangerously close to her ear.
“No!” she gasped and kicked her legs out. He’d anticipated that and with one quick move, he lifted her a few inches higher so that her feet kicked out to thin air.
“Give it up, Dana. The suite you slept in last night is at your disposal.”
“You’re not making me stay here. It isn’t….” she was about to say safe, but that would mean admitting that she was in danger and he’d never let her out of the palace. “You’re hurting me,” she said with a gasp and a softer tone.
As predicted, he instantly released her and she took advantage of his soft spot by grabbing his arm and twisting it around. She could have elbowed him or even kneed him at that point, but she honestly didn’t want to hurt him so she went for a weak third option she’d only tried twice with her instructor.
And failed miserably.
With a quick flip, she was laying on her back, her legs held captive by his and her arms up over her head where they couldn’t do any more damage. In fact, she could barely breathe with his body pressing her against the mat.
“Give up,” he said, his voice husky as he looked down at her. “Even that last move wasn’t performed well, Dana. And you knew of several other ways to hurt me but you’re too sweet and gentle to have done that. Admit that you’re in danger and let me help you.”
Dana wasn’t sure what to say. She could feel all of him, his whole body pressed against hers and her mind screamed out for more. She looked into his eyes and saw the desire flare in his eyes. She couldn’t hide her own response and he saw her give in at exactly the same moment that his body realized that he was being cushioned by her soft warmth.
Her breathing increased, but not from exertion. It was all because of the heat racing through her, the hot, almost painful desire that made her body arch slightly, causing his hardening body to press exactly in the right spot. Her legs, which were already slightly apart because of his pinning, now pressed against his thighs, holding instead of resisting.
Hassan saw all the signs and felt her body’s response and he couldn’t deny his own body’s need to have this woman. Just one kiss, he told himself. And if she resisted at all, he’d back off and apologize.
He tentatively touched her lips, feeling her softness, the tenderness of her full lips. And when they moved underneath his, he denied himself no longer. The kiss that had started out tentative, exploring, changed to something much more demanding. He couldn’t hold back, had been doing that for several weeks now and his body was demanding total submission of this woman underneath him.
With a groan, he shifted slightly, changing his position subtly from imprisoning, to capturing, shifting just so and he loved her gasp of pleasure and the way her body arched up into his, pressing her softness more firmly against him.
He deepened the kiss and moved against her mouth, demanding that she open to him, his tongue tasting, coaxing until her lips opened and he could fully taste her. When her tongue tentatively touched his own he went wild with desire and victory that she was feeling the same things he had been enduring.
Dana was no longer thinking. She was only feeling, amazed at how perfectly his body fit against hers. She wanted this man like she’d never wanted any other man before. She’d never felt like this and was going on instinct, moving against him, feeling him respond and reveling in the power she had to make this powerful man move. She shifted again and he pulled her hands down, dropping her wrists so he could pull his hands on her waist, pressing her body against him. His hands moved up and down her back, rolling her to her side so he could pull her leg up against his hip, pressing his erection against her heat more closely.
Her fingers against his skin were like a feather caress, tentative, exploring and exciting in their softness. He didn’t hesitate