His Irresistible Darling - Sarah Randall Page 0,62

name without being pissed off at me.” She turned away from him and made for the door.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

Chapter Nine

Pippa swallowed nervously as all her earlier confidence vanished like a bride’s nightie.

Where the hell do you think you’re going?

She shivered as her traitorous lower body reacted to his suggestive tone and commanding words. She ached for him but hadn’t planned for this eventuality. She’d spent the second half of the film thinking of Jumal’s body and their earlier exploits in the kitchen, but he hadn’t brought it up or made another move towards her so she was trying to gather her resolve to make a move herself. She’d discreetly checked out his bare feet, which were crossed at the ankles right next to her head. She had the bizarre thought that he had the sexiest feet she’d ever seen on a man…not that she had a foot fetish or anything. She didn’t think he knew that she’d seen his erection when she’d spun around but she had…oh yes she had. She was surprised her eyes hadn’t popped from her head; she remembered her face heating and daydreamed about the wicked things she wanted to do to his body but had never gotten beyond what would happen once she’d…finished him…

She was still trying to get her head around the fact that she’d just had the nerve to do that to him. She hadn’t been able to tear her eyes away from his…package…whilst in her head she was shouting, Say it. Say it…SAY IT! And she had practically blurted it out. Do you need some help with that?

She motioned over her shoulder with her hand, finally remembering to answer his question. “Er, my room,” she offered unconvincingly.

He shook his head and used his index finger to provocatively beckon her back towards him. “My turn,” he practically purred, and her legs went to jelly. She put a steadying hand on the bed.

“B-but your arm,” she reminded him needlessly.

“I don’t need two arms for what I have planned, Pippa,” he clarified wickedly. “Now, come here.”

She gulped again and staggered back around to the side of the bed she had just left. The pillow was still on the floor. She bent to pick it up. “Leave it,” he ordered and his lustful gaze made her squirm.

“Take your shorts off,” he demanded, expecting nothing less than her compliance.

She paused, unsure whether she could do this. Could she be this brave? She convinced herself that this was a one-off, never-to-be-repeated event. They were two single, consenting adults. In a matter of a few weeks she would be leaving Dubain, and Jumal, for ever… That thought alone galvanised her decision.

She reached for the button on her yoga shorts and took delight witnessing Jumal’s eyes widen and his pupils dilate to swamp his eyes almost completely. The resulting “pop” of her button seemed to echo throughout the room. She leaned forward to drag her shorts down her legs; she paused as her eyes caught the unmistakeable rising length in his joggers. Again, she thought to herself, so soon?! WOW!

“Don’t worry about that,” he said dismissively and nodded encouragingly towards her shorts.

She took a deep breath and allowed them to drop to the floor and kicked them away. She was standing bared to him and fought the senseless need to cover herself.

“And the top,” he added, his voice raw and strained.

She heard his breath catch as she unveiled herself to him. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

“You’re exquisite,” he said, simply staring at her for a moment. “Come here.”

She pressed her knee to the bed before awkwardly straddling his body. She saw the pleasure hit his face as she nudged his erection against her sensitive core. She bit her lip to stop a moan leaving her throat, waiting eagerly for his direction, but he seemed perfectly happy to stare at her body. Her nipples hardened into tight peaks instinctively as she saw his eyes focus on them. She could almost feel his touch. She yearned for it and boldly leaned forward, pressing her right hand into the bedding to ensure she didn’t press her weight against his damaged arm and chest. His left arm traced up along her side, over her hips, along her waist and finally to her breast. Her pulse was threatening to go into overdrive as his left hand finally reached her aching nipple. Her head dropped backwards and her core automatically dropped back into intimate contact with his groin. They moaned in