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"I? A virgin?" He grinned at that thought "Sweetheart, I was born sexually aware I don’t believe I’ve ever been a virgin"
Of course, that wasn’t exactly true, but he loved seeing her eyes narroith interest and disdain It h his loins as he considered all the ways he could touch her, challenge her, be challenged by her
There was so about her that made him wary, made him fear the man he would be when he touched her But on the flip side of that coin was the knowledge that inside this woman burned the soul of a sensualist--a lover ould ht with hih to learn all the intriguing secrets that shadowed her eyes
"Yes, I also sincerely doubt you were ever a virgin" She gave a soft, ladylike snort at the very thought of it "That doesn’t mean it’s any of your business if I’e in her tone Damn! She could make him harder faster than any woman he had ever known in his life
"I don’t know about that," he ers up your tight little pussy, I’d like to know if I should go hard and deep, or if I should merely tease and save such a delicacy fora brilliant hue, but her gray eyes were filling with arousal He would bet his trust fund her pussy was silky wet now, slick and sweet, as her juices spilled fro for a taste of her before his coo to his knees before her, spread her legs, and feast on the soft, silky flesh She was naked beneath that robe Her pussy was bare, waxed of the curls that would have shielded it It would be sensitive to his touch, to his lips and tongue
He could taste her, just for a er her, surely
"You’re joking," she breathed out, her voice rough, her hands shaking as one lifted from the robe to swipe at the strands of dark blond hair that fell from the clip atop her head She seriously believed he wasn’t serious He could see it in her eyes
"Joking?" He tilted his head and watched her curiously "Because I want to fuck you? Precious, there is no joke in the least in such a desire The thought of touching you, of having your sweet flesh suck h to make me weak in the knees I never said I didn’t want you I said it would not be wise to give in to such desires"
Her s "It’s not nice to tease like this, Khalid What happened? Did you lose your little black book? Need a little entertainment to fill in the few rin that tugged at his lips She had never seen Khalid s of amusement at the corner of his lips, a little quirk of a crooked smile, but never a true smile
"As I’m certain you’re aware, I’m never at a loss for playmates," he assured her, as amusement shone in his eyes
Marty breathed in, slow and easy, fighting the dark fear that wanted to take hold of her as she saw the pure need that filled his eyes
He hadn’t touched her; he had only moved closer She could feel the heat of his body but not the touch of his flesh Still, it was enough to make her feel fevered, flushed She couldn’t seem to aze stayed locked with hers
"So I’ve heard," she htly "The ’playboy sheikh,’ I believe is what they call you Quite a reputation to have, Khalid" And one that bit at her every tiers feathering along the strands of hair that escaped her clip before brushing against her jaw That s over her nerve endings
"Oftentimes a reputation is no more than a shield to protect oneself," he said, his voice quiet, reflective "To hold at bay the very things you know you cannot have"
Bullshit This ga
"Stop ht to keep her breathing under control, to hold back the desire that assailed her
The sexuality that was soto wrap around her, to work its way inside her She could feel hiht that he felt he had to stay away fro to push harder, to find out the li on hi?" He reached out to her, slowly His fingertips touched her cheek and sot to breathe until his thuhtly, Marty forced herself not to shake, not to whih her God alone kne desperately she needed that touch, and hoilling she was to beg for it
"Of course you’re playing," she scoffed "You’ve proven it over the years, Khalid What’s wrong, frightened ofkiss
"Fears are tricky things," he said softly, the flavor of his accent whispering across her senses as he ran the back of his fingers down her arm "They lock themselves inside yourthem is never easy, but once you learn how to control theaze to stare into her eyes, to mesmerize her, lock her to him "Once you learn how to control them, precious, then you control yourself"
She wanted to roll her eyes at the teasing in his tone She would have, except she heard the faintest thread of sincerity there
"Then," he continued, "you learn that control can be your best friend Your wisest counsel When teainst, it coainst her ear "Just as it co a woman what should have always been hers"
"And that would be?" If he didn’t kiss her, she was going to die If he didn’t touch her again, her flesh was going to burn to cinders from the need