Unexpectedly Expecting the Sheik's Baby - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,29

as she again tucked her long, brown hair behind an ear and looked down at her notes. He knew she was trying to gather her thoughts and he tried to be considerate, to give her the space. Leaning back against his own chair, he wasn’t aware of the way his forefinger was rubbing his lower lip or how his body was stretched out, his long legs close to her own. He was completely absorbed in the angle of her head, the delicate shell of her ear and the enticing curve of her neck. He couldn’t wait until their business was completed so that he could taste her skin, explore all of the sensitive places on her body. He would bet a good deal of money that he could make her moan just by nibbling on that spot below her ear. Or maybe along the smooth column of her neck.

Yes, he was going to enjoy exploring her body.

But no way would he allow her to climax alone like that again. At least, not the next time. Maybe in the future. Watching her had been thrilling and…!

Then again, probably not. He wanted to be buried deep inside of her. He wanted to feel her climax, even if it was just his fingers buried in her heat, feeling her inner muscles clench as she orgasmed.

Damn! He shifted and crossed his legs as his body hardened painfully just thinking about the things he wanted to do to her.

She opened her mouth and he pictured her lips wrapped around his erection, those dark eyes staring up at him as she…

“Will the furniture be transferred as well as the house?” she asked, interrupting the fantasy blooming in his mind.

Nasir had to jerk his thoughts away from the image, forcing himself to concentrate on her question.

“Sorry?”

He watched, fascinated, as her neck first turned pink and the blush quickly traveled higher, changing her cheeks to that lovely shade as well. Damn, she was beautiful!

She looked up from the paper, then quickly back down. He thought it was cute that she didn’t want to maintain eye contact, but it wasn’t going to eliminate the issue.

“The furniture,” she prompted, her pen making a tick mark along the edge of the contract. “Will it transfer with the home ownership?”

For the next hour, they discussed the contract and he answered her questions. She continued to impress him with her intelligence, knowledge, and the ability to anticipate possible issues. One would think that offering a gift to someone might be simple, but in this case, because it was a political offering, there were plenty of issues that might come into play. Cassandra the Lawyer understood the subtle nuances. Cassandra the Woman was trying to ignore the other, more subtle undercurrents happening between them.

When he’d answered all of her questions, she nodded. “This is a good start. Let me include this language into the transfer papers and I’ll get back to you if there are any other issues to smooth out.”

With that, she stood and, with a curt nod, gathered up her papers and walked away. He watched her, admiring the slight sway of her hips, smiling at the stiffness in her shoulders. Now that he knew her a bit better, he understood what she was doing, why she walked that way.

Oh, he didn’t know the details, but he grasped that she was a sensuous person who didn’t want the world to know that she was a sensuous person. She wanted the world to see only the lawyer, the professional.

Chapter 4

By the time his butler announced that dinner was ready, Nasir tossed his papers down and decided that they’d worked long enough. He knew Cassy wouldn’t agree, but she needed a break. She’d been working since before six o’clock London time, but he suspected she didn’t realize that because of the time change. Her internal clock was completely off after traveling through so many time zones.

Stepping into his office, he noticed that she was diligently typing on her laptop, while referencing her notes. But the moment he stepped into the office, her concentration shattered. Her fingers froze over the keys and he smiled at her wary expression.

“It is time for a break, my beauty,” he came around to the other side of the desk. “Save whatever it is you are working on and let’s have dinner.”

Cassy was already shaking her head. “No, I really can…”

“You really can take a break,” he interrupted her. Instead of waiting for her next argument, he simply took her