The Sheikh's Pregnant Wife - Leslie North Page 0,16
look so incredibly delicious when you look at me like that. “That there are other things you can do to please me.”
Yaseen’s eyes blazed, heat crackling across the rich brown color. “Tell me, Kara. What would please you now?”
“If you would come closer.”
He did, his even pace giving her plenty of time to rake her eyes over every inch of him. The tailored slacks that hugged his muscular legs. The crisp, white dress shirt, unbuttoned at the throat and displaying the deep tan of his skin. His full lips, curved in a smile that said, “I want to devour you,” in the best possible way. Yaseen stopped half a step away, the warmth of his skin battling with the air conditioning to caress hers. “Is this close enough?”
“Closer.” The word escaped on an exhale.
Yaseen leaned in, a laugh escaping him. “Like this?”
“Like this.” Kara reached up to his face and stroked her hands behind his head to the back of his neck, then pulled his lips to hers.
Yaseen kissed her as if they’d been kept apart for months. He licked possessively across her bottom lip, drawing a gasp from her mouth, and demanded entrance with his tongue. She pressed her length against him, and his hands splayed across her back. He held her close, then closer. Oh, she wanted more of this. More and more and more.
The kiss warred in her mind with the rest of their responsibilities for the day. She had to finish their packing. They were due to fly back to Raihanabad in a couple of hours. If she let herself do what she really wanted to do—fall into bed with Yaseen—they’d never make it to the helipad.
Kara forced herself to break away, panting. She smoothed her hands over her dress. Yaseen’s hands lingered on her waist, and amusement danced in his eyes.
“Is that all you wanted?”
“No.” He laughed at her forceful denial. “But we have to get ready to go.”
He pressed his lips to hers one more time, a brief brush that set her on fire all over again. “If you insist.”
She laughed. “I think the pilot insists. And I don’t blame him, wanting to get back before nightfall.”
Yaseen took her hand and spun her gently away, her dress lifting away from her legs. “Let’s get ready, then.”
An aide came in, footfalls heavy. “Sheikh Yaseen? Might I have a moment of your time?”
Yaseen bent low, brushing his lips against the side of her neck. “I’ll be right along.”
His aide, a man named Saalim, wore a deep red blush on his face. No doubt he’d come in without the two of them noticing and backed out soundlessly. Yaseen felt a strange pride at being caught kissing Kara so deeply.
“What is it?”
The aide cleared his throat. “I’ve had news from the palace. A windstorm over Raihanabad has made it impossible to fly into the city by helicopter. It’s possible to go by car, but they told me this would be inadvisable.”
“No, we won’t go by car.” Traveling in a windstorm was risky enough as it was. And he wouldn’t have Kara getting sick on the bumpy roads. “We’ll stay here until the weather clears. At least tonight. Make my excuses to anyone on the schedule for tomorrow.”
“Of course, Sheikh Yaseen.” Saalim dipped his head and scurried away.
Yaseen went to find Kara in the master bedroom. When he stepped inside, she had her head bowed over a small suitcase on the bed and was adding some clothes to it. She straightened up and looked at him.
“You have news.”
“I do. We can’t leave the villa tonight.” He told her about the windstorm. “The only way back is by car.”
She grimaced. “That doesn’t sound ideal.”
“It’s not, so we’ll stay. The only problem is the staff.” Her lips turned up in a smile that made him want to kiss her for the rest of his life. “I’ve sent most of them home already, since today was supposed to be the last day.”
Kara put her hands to her face. “Oh, no,” she teased. “What’s a prince to do? How will he feed himself?”
He laughed. “I’m more concerned about you. I want you to have enough to eat.”
She shot him a look, eyes narrowed. “Yaseen, do you think I don’t know how to cook? I’ve been cooking for myself all my life. I’m not going to go hungry because you sent your staff home.”
“Good. I know my way around a kitchen, too.”
Kara put a hand on her hip. “Prove it.”
“We should both prove it,”