sucking at her sensitive nipple.
Lying next to him, Libby moaned at each new ripple of desire. She threaded her fingers through his silken black locks. The scent of their desire perfumed the air with hot musk.
When she thought the pleasure couldn't increase, he slipped his fingers between her legs. It had been so long since she'd felt a man there that it was almost more than she could bear. She melted beneath his masterful touch as he rubbed and flicked the pearl of her body.
"You are ready for me, love." He settled his thighs between hers.
Though she was drowsy with pleasure, some small part of her hadn't lost all its logic. That part screamed in protest. Something was wrong. It took her a second to identify it.
"Con-dom," she stuttered.
He bent down for a long soul kiss, meant to steal her reason. It almost worked, but her logical side screamed louder. She reached between them to wrap her hand around his erection and prevent him from entering her.
"Condom," she insisted.
His face darkened for an instant, but only an instant. "Of course."
After he had wrapped himself, she parted her knees. He didn’t need more encouragement and entered her in a smooth thrust. She gasped at the solid feel of him deep inside.
He began to move, a slow rocking that caressed the most intimate parts of her body. She closed her eyes, letting the darkness intensify the sensations moving through her. Her hands wandered over Rasyn's backside, fondling taut skin stretched over hard muscle.
His stroking became harder, more urgent, as the need built between them. Overwhelmed with the sound of his groans as he loved her, the peppery scent of his body, and the hardness of him in her, Libby tripped over the edge. She cried out as she let go and fell into the pleasure his body gave her.
Rasyn's thrusts quickened. The veins of his neck popped beneath his skin as he bellowed his own orgasm and collapsed next to her.
***
When the flush of climax faded, Libby plucked the snoring sheikh's arm off her stomach and slid from the bed.
Unbelievable. She'd actually fallen for his expensive seduction.
For a moment, she gazed down at his sleeping form and handsome features, wondering if he’d truly meant even one of the sweet words he’d whispered. Did it matter? The deed was done. This was no time to criticize herself for taking risks. Plenty of time for that after she'd gotten home.
She tiptoed over to her pile of her clothes and plucked them from the floor on her way out of the bedroom. Back in the suite lounge, she exhaled a breath she hadn't known she was holding. She dressed as quickly as she could in the darkness.
One problem. One of her black flats had gone missing. Libby allowed herself a swear word under her breath and got on her knees to check beneath the couch for the shoe.
She couldn't see the cursed shoe anywhere. At least I still have my dignity. Then, realizing that she was on her hands and knees searching for a missing shoe in a hotel room at midnight, risking rug burn, she flushed with humiliation.
Libby picked herself up, dusted off her knees, held her head high, and left the sheikh's hotel suite, letting the door's lock click behind her.
Chapter Three
The sound of a quiet click woke Rasyn. He opened an eye to see the bright lime green light of the digital clock blinking 2:02 AM. Inwardly, he smiled, congratulating himself on a brilliant, and enjoyable, job with the girl.
Convincing her to join him in Abbas would be simpler now that she'd danced to the music their bodies made together. With his uncle worsening by the day, he would have to use all his charm to do so. He had little time.
Unfortunately, her insistence on the condom had interfered with a chance to impregnate her, which would have sealed his success. Still. There would be more opportunities.
Why not start now? Rasyn reached for her... And only felt warm hotel sheets where she'd lain.
He jerked, instantly alert, sitting up in the bed and turning on the light. Panic stiffened his spine as he saw the crumpled, but empty, linens beside him.
The sound that had woken him. It must have been the door closing as she'd left.
If he lost one moment, he'd lose her, and his best chance to do the right thing for Abbas. He vaulted from the bed to scramble for his clothes. He threw on his pants and jacket, deciding the