pain as best he could.
When he felt her legs move higher, taking him deeper, he knew he’d won this battle. This slender, incredibly passionate woman was now his and he intended to show her exactly what that gift meant to him.
With incredible slowness, he moved against her, increasing the pressure as she moved, using her cries of delight to gauge when to go faster or move in a different way. She was so free with her passion that he almost lost control several times but it was all worth it when he felt her body arch against his, felt her muscles clench around his erection as she tumbled over the edge. Only then did he allow himself the freedom his body was demanding, pounding against her, holding her hips where he needed them until he found his own incredible release.
A long time later, he felt her fingers in his hair, smoothing down his back and shoulders and he shuddered with the intense pleasure he got from her touch.
“You’re alive?” she asked and he moved to her side, taking her with him and enjoying her teasing.
“I could say the same for you,” he countered and pulled her leg so that she was still against him, feeling her softness and enjoying her touch.
She lifted her head and looked around. “Where are we?” she asked.
He laughed slightly. “In my bed.”
She took it all in, the dark colors and the luxurious appointments. “I should have guessed.”
“Don’t even try to convince me that you’re used to trying to figure out where you are after the fact. First of all, I know better and have proof that it would be a lie. Secondly, the blush that’s covering your very lovely cheeks is giving me a whole different story.”
She pressed her face against his chest and sighed. “No. I can’t even go down that road. I’ve never found myself in any other sheik’s bed before, I can guarantee that.”
He swatted her bottom and she shrieked, a moment before she laughed and tried to move out of his range. “Okay, so I haven’t found myself in anyone’s bed before. Sue me.”
“How in the world could someone as gorgeous as you are be a virgin at the age of twenty-five?”
She shrugged and kissed the middle of his chest, loving the taste of his skin, just a little bit salty, musky and oh, so male. “I mentioned yesterday that my parents died when I was in college. By the time I’d recovered from the grief of losing both of them, I was almost graduating. And I had to focus on studying instead of the male species in order catch up and graduate with my class.”
He suspected there was more to the story, but sensed it was a painful subject. One he would eventually get to, but her hands on his chest, fluttering about, were driving him a bit crazy.
“I think there’s a bit of catching up to do right here,” he said and nibbled on her shoulder.
“You do?” she asked and let her fingers move across his back, loving the muscles that shifted under her hands.
“Absolutely,” he replied. “Don’t lose your focus.”
“I won’t,” she sighed happily as he kissed her neck, moving down her body and setting her nerve endings on fire.
Chapter 4
Dana woke up feeling sore and more exhausted that she’d felt for a long, long time. Glancing around, she couldn’t see the clock on the side of her bed, and then realized she wasn’t in her bed. This one had softer sheets, almost like satin and it was enormous. Then the night slowly came back to her. The passion and crazy need for Hassan, that even now came roaring back to life.
He’d made love to her until she couldn’t think any longer, was begging him for release. And after he gave it to her, he’d give her a few minutes to recover before he started it all over again. The man had the stamina of an ox, she thought.
As much as she wanted to snuggle up against him, press her back more closely to his strong chest, she knew it would be better if she left. Not just his bed, but the whole palace. This had been a wonderful, amazing interlude, but it had to end. Tonight.
With a sigh, she looked up at the ceiling and thought about the small things she needed to pack before heading out of the country. She could just pack up her car with clothes and water, the little bit of food she