The Sheikh's Pregnant Bride (The Jawhara Sheikhs 1)

Erin turned her head and saw that she was home. She swallowed back the disappointment. She had been enjoying Kam’s company and his kisses. She definitely wanted more, but didn’t want him to think poorly of her. Why his opinion mattered was something for later contemplation, right now he was looking at her, awaiting her decision.

Slowly nodding, she replied, “Would you like to come in for a nightcap? Will your driver mind waiting?”

Kam grinned at her, “Yes and my driver will return within moments of my call.”

“Really?” Erin asked, not convinced, but having no experience from which to draw.

“Really. Shall we?” Kamal said, turning as the driver opened the door. Kamal exited the vehicle and then reached in to assist Erin out. Gesturing towards the sidewalk, he spoke briefly to his driver in Arabic before following her.

Erin was consumed with what might take place once they entered her building; she didn’t see the second vehicle pull up or the two large guards exit it and begin scanning the parking area for threats. Kamal not only saw the vehicle, he realized that their presence could seriously alter his plans for the next several hours. With another terse command to his driver, he followed her up the walk, assured that the guards would be properly informed to remain invisible to his hostess.

Chapter 5

Erin took her keys from her purse, pausing to catch her breath, which stalled as she felt Kamal’s heat at her back. Taking the last step onto the porch, she tried to control the shaking of her hand as she placed the key in the lock. When Kam reached over her shoulder and steadied her hand to complete the job, she felt her pulse quicken and struggled to calm her racing heartbeat. She wasn’t sure what it was about this man that affected her so completely, but she couldn’t remember ever being this turned on by someone she had just met. Mentally shaking her head, she pulled the key from the lock. She pushed the door open and walked into her home, glad that she had spent a few hours earlier cleaning up.

Kamal followed her in, shutting the door behind him, while marveling at the eclectic mix of furniture and artwork that adorned the front room. The furniture pieces were mostly neutrals, but large splashes of color were sprinkled throughout in the form of pillows, artwork, and rugs. “Erin, you have a lovely home.”

Blushing, she replied, “Thank you. Have a seat and I’ll see what we have to drink.”

Kam reached out a hand, stopping her from leaving the room, “I think we both know I did not come here to drink.” He watched her closely, curious at the blush that stained her cheeks. She was a very confident woman, yet she seemed nervous.

Erin watched Kam from beneath lowered lashes, “Would you like to sit down?”

Pulling her to himself, he wrapped his arms around her before lowering his head and answering her with his mouth. He tasted her, letting his teeth nip at her bottom lip before pulling her chin down and opening her mouth to his invasion. She tasted sweet, like honey.

Erin felt like she was being consumed and found she didn’t mind at all. She let her hands wrap around his shoulders, stepping into his body and brushing her breasts against his hard chest. When he wrapped his arms around her, she relaxed against him, reveling in the strength she discovered in his grip.

Kamal let his hands wander up and down her back, letting one hand drop below her waist to caress the roundness of her bottom. When he gave the flesh there a squeeze, he heard the moan she released and dropped his other hand down as well.

Using his hands to pull her into him, he turned her so that he was leaning his hips against the back of her couch. Pulling her into the vee of his legs, he pressed her core against his own hardness, barely managing to hold back the groan that threatened to erupt from his mouth.

Erin couldn’t seem to get close enough to him. Letting one of her hands smooth over his chest muscles, she stopped when she encountered his waistband, hesitantly pulling his shirt from his pants. Letting her hands skim over the taut muscles of his abs, she let her fingertips flirt with the skin just beneath his pants.

Hearing his murmured words of encouragement, and continuing to have her mouth ravaged by his own, she located the closure of his pants and loosened it. Pulling down the zipper, the backs of her fingers barely brushed the hardness contained underneath.

Kamal had never felt so out of control. He prided himself on his self-control of all things, most assuredly his body when the fairer sex was involved. Releasing her mouth, he pushed her gently away from himself, pushing his pants down his legs and then removing both them and his shoes.

Erin watched him disrobe, and at his raised eyebrow, pulled her own dress up and over her head. Standing before him in only a black demi-bra and a matching bikini panty, she resisted the urge to cover herself. Seeing the desire flare in his eyes as he gazed upon her, gave her the courage to perform her own inspection. His body was magnificent. Hard muscles, and a thin line of hair that disappeared beneath the silk waistband of his boxers.

“Erin, you are magnificent,” Kamal told her, eyeing her trim body in appreciation.

Erin felt the blush travel down her neck and onto her chest, once again resisting the urge to cover herself with her hands. When had she become this self-conscious about her body? She kept herself in shape, watched what she ate, and knew that she looked good. So why the nerves now?

Erin struggled to remain where she was standing as Kam approached her once again. When he used a hand on her shoulder to turn her around so that he was facing her back, her little remaining confidence wavered. What if he doesn’t like what he sees? She hadn’t been enough for Steven. The little voice inside her head was going to drive her crazy. If Kam doesn’t like what he sees he knows where the door is.

Straightening her spine, she prepared herself to be disappointed. When she felt Kam’s lips skim first her shoulders, and then up the side of her neck, all of the disparaging thoughts clouding her mind disappeared like smoke. His touch felt amazing and he found that special spot behind her ear that had her knees melting. She grasped at the arms that wrapped themselves around her middle in an effort to stay upright.

Moaning in pleasure, she tipped her head to the side as his lips continued to pay homage to her skin. “Kam, that feels so good.”

“I’m glad. Show me where your bedroom is. I have a desire to learn the rest of your body.”

Erin took his hand and led him down the hallway, pausing several times as his free hand roamed, finding sensitive spots along her spine and backside. Each time she stopped, he would urge her forward again with kisses and murmurings of desire for her.

“Kam, I…,” she started, once they reached her bedroom and she realized that the time for stopping was almost gone.

Seeing her hesitation, Kam quickly closed the distance, tipping her chin up until her eyes looked into his, “Habibti, what is concerning you?”

Erin was puzzled at the Arabic word, but forgot to ask him the meaning as she became lost once again in his dark gaze. His eyes were dark pools of desire that warmed her insides and caused a shiver to race down her spine, landing in her stomach and causing her desire to climb another notch.