The Sheikh's Island Fling (Sheikh's Meddling Sisters 2)

“More than anything in the world.” She twined her hands around his neck, stroking the back of his neck and loving the way he shivered against her. “Please, I want you.”

“Then you shall have me, my precious Ani.” He pushed inside her to the hilt in one long thrust then held still, allowing her to adjust to the size and length of him. She kissed him deeply, loving their connection, loving everything about this moment.

“Yes!” She was moved against him, craving more. “Please, Rehaj.”

He set up a rhythm then, angling himself to hit a spot inside her that had her writhing and begging for more. His kisses and caresses were punctuated with nibbles and licks and deep groans.

“Do you like this?” he growled, thrusting harder, faster, deeper inside her, pushing them both to the brink. “Tell me what you want, Ani.”

“I want…” She tried to concentrate, she needed him so much, needed to feel that universe-rocking pleasure again. “I want you to make me come.”

Rehaj grinned down at her, a look of pure male satisfaction sparkling in his dark eyes. “I will make you come so hard you will forget every other man you have ever had, mahbubi. How’s that?”

“Yes!” She cried out as he reached between them to stroke her pulsing clit once more and then her world exploded again and she lost all thought as every fiber of her being focused on that bright, white-hot intense pleasure. “Oh, God. Yes!”

His movements grew less controlled now as he pounded into her, seeking and finding his own ecstasy a few moments later. Rehaj’s gorgeous body went still and rigid against her and she murmured endearments in his ear as he came hard inside her then collapsed atop her.

They lay together afterward, her fingers toying with his hair and his lashes fluttering against her skin as he rested his head in the valley between her breasts.

Ani wanted to tell him how much this night had meant, how incredible all the new sensations he’d created inside her were, but her eyelids felt so heavy and she was so, so tired, and there’d be time for that in the morning, right? They still had a week and a half together to talk about this stuff and…

She drifted off to sleep, Rehaj’s soft snores and strong arms surrounding her.

6

Rehaj awoke the next morning feeling happier than he had in years. Of course, that had everything to do with the wonderful woman still asleep on the pillow beside his. Part of him was still a bit shocked and wary about the fact that they’d slept together the night before. He’d known her less than a week after all. But it was more about the things he’d shared with her, that made him cautious.

Yawning, he rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He’d told her his true identity last night, even before the alcohol because for some crazy reason he’d come to trust her. Now he would have to live with the consequences and—glancing over at her, with her hair adorably mussed and the sheets slipping down to reveal the side of one creamy breast—he couldn’t bring himself to regret his actions.

The grin he’d been battling to suppress since he opened his eyes surfaced and he made a mental note to thank his sisters for sending him on this ridiculous trip. This probably wasn’t the outcome they’d been hoping for, but honestly, Rehaj felt better than he had in years and he had them to thank for it.

Ani sighed and slowly blinked her eyes open to look at him, all pretty pink skin and soft smiles. He couldn’t resist reaching over and tracing his fingers over her jaw, just to see if she felt as velvety as he remembered. Yep. She did.

He propped himself up on an elbow, facing her. “Good Morning, mahbubi.”

“’Morning,” she mumbled, her voice still husky from slumber. The low, rough sounds went straight to his groin. Ani rubbed her eyes then squinted over at the alarm clock on his nightstand. “What time is it?”

“Six-thirty.” Rehaj couldn’t seem to stop watching her, as if every move she made was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. Which was crazy. He was a Rhodes Scholar for fuck’s sake. He’d been all over the world, studied at the best universities, dated the most beautiful women. Yet there was something about Ani that drew him like no other. “Plenty of time to relax and enjoy ourselves before the day’s activities start. It’s Sunday, so they won’t begin until noon today.”

“Right.” She stretched like a cat, her long, tanned limbs graceful and smooth. “You know what I’d like to do?”

“If it’s the same thing I’d like to do, I am ready.” Rehaj chuckled and waggled his brows at her.

She giggled. “Not that. Though that was lovely.” Her cheeks colored. “I really enjoyed last night.”

“Me too.” He took her hand, bringing her fingers to his lips to kiss each one. “More than I can say, mahbubi.”

Ani rolled over to face him, a childlike twinkle in her beautiful blue eyes. “We can do that again too, later.” She winked. “But first, I want to build a sandcastle.”

“A what?” Rehaj frowned.

“A sandcastle. You know, on the beach.”

“Yes, I know what a sandcastle is.” He laughed, tucking a curl of her hair behind her ear. “It just never occurred to me that that would be the activity you’d want to engage in after making love to me all night long.”

She slid the fingers of her free hand into his hair, stroking his scalp. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“I’m sure it will.” Rehaj kissed her hand one last time before twining their fingers together. “Any time spent with you would be fun.”