She shrugged, unworried if her metaphor came off as campy. It’s exactly what she meant. “No music is smoother.”
“Perhaps I should be happy you didn’t compare me to custard.” He stood up.
She giggled and covered her mouth at the unfamiliar sound coming from her. “Maybe.”
He shook his head, but his look was indulgent. He moved to join her on the bed.
“I suppose you have loads of experience carrying women to bed.”
He stopped, sitting on the edge of the mattress, and looked down at her. “Actually, not so much.” His dark gaze smoldered. “You are an exception in more than one way.”
“The whole not-bedding-a-lowly-hotel-maid thing?” she teased, her confidence boosted by her certainty that was exactly what Sayed was about to do.
“Among other things.”
“You’re saying you don’t usually carry your conquests to bed?”
“I cannot think of another instance.”
At his admission, heat poured into places she wasn’t used to feeling anything and she found it hard to continue their repartee. “For three years, anyway.”
“Ever.”
“Oh.” That was…it was just…kind of amazing and more than she wanted to dwell on right now, if she wanted to keep her few working synapses continuing to connect in her brain. “I guess it’s just instinct.”
He laughed, the sound arresting and incredibly sexy.
Her chest felt tight. “Sayed…”
He cursed, his humor disappearing in an instant, replaced by that power-driven intensity she was so drawn to.
“What?” she asked, not sure what she’d done.
“Say it again.”
“I don’t know what you mean?”
He put his hands down and leaned forward, pressing the pillow on either side of her head, his face only inches from hers. “My name.”
His name? Her befuddled brain tried to make sense of his request. “Sheikh Say—”
“No,” he said with quiet intensity. “Not my title. My name.”
“Sayed.” If the word held more emotion when she said it, she refused to acknowledge it.
Something flared in his espresso eyes and then his lips were on hers again. Though she’d been sure they’d reached the pinnacle of passionate kisses already, she realized quickly how wrong she’d been.
He shifted to lie beside her and pressed his body against hers, his hardness rubbing along her thigh. Another set of new and wonderful sensations beset her.
Liyah moved restlessly, her legs falling open.
He laid one hand between them, covering her feminine curls and most private flesh. “This is mine.”
She had no thought to deny him. “Yes.”
“Tonight is ours and you will be mine in every way.”
Her answer was a wordless cry as he shifted and put his mouth over one of her nipples.