Unexpectedly Expecting the Sheik's Baby - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,35

away. But as soon as her fingers touched his skin, there was more contrast. Her fingers against his wrist were so pale and she was transfixed by the difference.

But it was irrelevant. “I…”

“You need to be quiet, Cassandra. You need to let me make love to you. I’ll show you,” he whispered into her ear. “I’ll prove to you that sex can be beautiful and extraordinary. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

Oh, his words were magic. It was as if he could read her mind. But that was impossible. And yet, he was saying the words that she so desperately wanted to hear. In the dark night, alone in her bed, she’d craved the touch of a strong man, a man who wasn’t afraid of her sexuality, or his own.

“Say my name, Cassy,” he commanded, his hand moving higher along her stomach.

She watched, fascinated as his hand moved her sweater out of the way, moving along the muscles of her stomach. Higher. Higher still.

When his fingers curled around the elastic covering her breasts, she gasped. The feeling was hot. Erotic. Almost painfully pleasurable. Then his thumb rubbed against her pebbled nipple and her knees almost gave out. If he hadn’t been standing behind her, giving her support, she might have hit the floor.

As it was, she unconsciously grabbed onto his thighs while her head leaned back onto his broad shoulder. She wasn’t aware of the way her bottom pressed against his groin. But Nasir was.

Turning her towards him, he kissed her, felt her mouth open as her body pressed against his. The triumph that surged through him with her capitulation was only superseded by his need to possess her, to put a stamp of ownership on her. She was so sensuous as she shifted against him, so intensely passionate, but he didn’t want just one time with her. He suspected that he could never get enough of this woman. She was complex and simple, erotic and innocent. He was fascinated by the dichotomy.

He lifted the ruby red sweater over her head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor behind him. When he looked down, he was almost amused by the sport bra hiding her magnificent breasts. There was only one problem. He had never taken such a piece of clothing off a woman before. He wasn’t sure how to accomplish it. The thing didn’t seem to have any hooks.

So he did what any man under similar circumstances would do. He pulled a knife out of his boot and sliced the thing to shreds. The intense satisfaction that hit him as the pieces fell off her gorgeous body was powerful!

“Never again,” he muttered as he closed the knife and tucked it back in the sheath in his boot.

Cassy couldn’t believe what he’d just done. All of the amazing feelings that he’d created in her dissipated as she realized that her sports bra, the only one she had with her, was destroyed. “What have you done?” she demanded, looking at the floor in horror even as she covered her breasts. Her too large, too embarrassing breasts that no man had ever seen uncovered before.

“I’ve destroyed a crutch that you will no longer be allowed to use, Cassy,” he said and put his hands back on her waist, sliding them along her bare skin.

She looked down at the shredded sports bra, then at his hands. Looking up at him, she shook her head. “Your…Nasir,” she corrected when she saw the warning in his eyes, “I can’t do this. I thought I could, but…”

“Look at me, Cassy,” he commanded, his hands still on her waist even though he wanted to pull her hands away from those glorious breasts and feast his eyes on their bounty. He could tell that she needed reassurance more than he needed to explore her breasts.

When her soft, brown eyes looked up into his, he saw the fear. No, the terror. His chest constricted with her look and he relented. Slightly.

“Cassy, what is it that you suspect I might think about you? That you’re weak or easy? That you’re a hussy for enjoying some time in my bed?”

“Yes!” she gasped, glancing at the bed, then back to him, but she could only look at his chest.

“Then you’re wrong.”

Irritated…no, furious, she glared at him. “You can have any woman you want, Nasir. Why are you wasting your time on me?”

“Because I want you. Yes, women throw themselves at me often. That doesn’t mean they want me, Cassy.” He pulled her into his arms.