The Sheikh's Rescued Baby - Leslie North Page 0,16

he swirled with his tongue until she shuddered and gasped from the attention. Aisha reached down and pulled him up to her by the chin, eyes blazing, lips parted.

“Enough of that, Nadim.”

“What?” He traced the curve of her jaw with a fingertip. “You didn’t like it?”

“I need more.” She pushed him away and reached into a bedside table, coming up with a condom. Aisha thrust it into his hand with a look that could have cut diamonds.

“I like you when you’re this demanding.” He rolled it on.

“Less talking, more giving me what I want.”

It was no hardship to settle himself between her legs, dropping his head to the delicate skin of her neck. He tasted her as he lined himself up with her opening, brushing the head of him against her slickness.

Aisha moaned. “Please, Nadim. You’re driving me wild.”

“Mmm. Say that again.”

She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth closer to her skin. “You’re driving me wild,” she said through clenched teeth.

“More.”

“You’re driving me...wild...” He pushed into her, inch by inch, taking her as slowly as he dared. Nadim found himself addicted to the way she begged and dug her nails into his shoulders. It was worth the agony of denying himself the fast, powerful thrusts he craved to hear the noises she made in the back of her throat and feel her body rocking desperately toward his. Her words became wordless cries, and finally their bodies met.

He paused, pulsing inside of her, struggling to keep his breathing steady. Nadim felt like he was at the top of a swell in the ocean, a wave waiting to crash down. An electric sensation hummed over his skin and through the coiled center of him.

Then Aisha pulled him in, kissing him urgently, and he pulled back out, thrusting back into her with all the power he’d held back. She met him move for move, growing more frantic until she pushed at him with both palms. He rolled and took her over with him, and Aisha tossed her head back. She rode him for all she was worth, hips working, hair falling around her shoulders like a dream.

It was the most tantalizing sight he’d ever seen. Nadim wanted it to last forever, but with her hands digging into him and her heat all around him...how could he last? He touched her, running his hands over every available inch of her skin and settling between her legs. He curled a finger so his knuckle pressed against her clit.

Aisha’s eyes flew open, wide and shocked, but she didn’t stop the movement of her hips. She bumped against his fingers again and again. She clenched tighter around him, the muscles inside of her working, and then he got what he wanted—Aisha closed her eyes and came, grinding down on him as she did.

It was wild and animal, and he gripped her hips tightly and followed her into his own release. It seemed to involve every muscle in his body in a way he’d never felt before, so intense it was almost painful. Aisha leaned down and kissed him, making the pleasure peak again. She stroked his beard while they came down, breathing hard. Nadim’s vision came back bit by bit until he could focus on her face again. There was no one else in the world. Her eyes were the only things that mattered—her eyes, her mouth, and her body against his.

The quiet of the room spilled back in, broken only by the sounds of their breath. He touched Aisha’s face, running the pad of his thumb over her cheek. He stroked her hip, memorizing the shape of it under his palm.

He looked into her eyes, which lingered on his.

He thought, oh, no.

7

The last day of the tour was marked in her itinerary as “unscheduled,” though that wasn’t precisely what it meant. The day was scheduled for Aisha—she’d spend it with Nadim. But they didn’t have to be anywhere. There were no official brunches or meetings or anything else. So they decided to walk down the boardwalk in the fresh morning sun.

Aisha pushed Karyme in their brand-new stroller, the wheels rumbling gently over the dips in the boards. Gulls cried in the air above them, the sea lapped at the sand, and it was almost impossible to believe that all of it had been drenched in rain the day before. Aisha tipped her face back and let the sun warm her.

“This is perfect.” The words resonated with a multitude of meanings. The day