The Sheik's Captive Bride (The Jawhara Sheikhs 3)

He pulled the door closed behind him, closing his eyes for a moment as he gathered his self-control around him like a cloak. She’s exhausted! That is not how you envisioned your first night together with her.

Chapter 17

PJ removed her clothing, grimacing at the sand that fell from her clothing as each piece was removed. She sank into the warm water, moaning in pleasure as the warm water soothed her sore muscles. She let her head slip beneath the surface of the water for a moment, and then surfaced to rest it on the edge of the tub, closing her eyes as she relaxed.

Talib’s image filled her brain, and she spent several moments imaging what making love with him would be like. She remembered his kisses while on the back of the camel.

She was so lost in her daydream, she didn’t hear him knock, nor did she hear him open the bathroom door and step inside.

Talib grew concerned when she didn’t respond to his light knock upon the door, afraid she might have fallen asleep while still in the tub.

Opening the door, he saw she was still immersed in the bath water, her eyes closed. Stepping closer, he discovered she wasn’t asleep as she had originally seemed to be. Her eyes were closed, but her face showed a myriad of emotions as her hands rubbed circles upon first her stomach and then her luscious breasts. God, she’s gorgeous!

When she uttered a soft moan, Talib discovered his self-control was gone. “PJ?”

PJ’s eyes’ snapped open and her hands stilled, covering her breasts. “Hi! I didn’t hear you knock.”

“I see that. What were you thinking about?” Talib asked as he grabbed a large bath sheet from the cupboard and urged her to stand up and step from the tub. Seeing her blush, he quickly wrapped the towel around her body and then grabbed another towel to dry her hair with.

“You still haven’t answered me, habiba.”

PJ took a deep breath, remembering her promise to fully embrace whatever was brewing between the two of them, “I was thinking about you. About how it felt to have you kiss me. Wishing you would do it again.”

Talib wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest and holding her close for a while before pushing her back from him the slightest bit. “PJ… why won’t you tell me what your initials stand for?”

PJ simply shook her head and then placed her hands on his shoulders so she could leverage herself up and take his mouth in a sweet and gentle kiss.

Talib’s thoughts fled as he gave himself over to her kiss, letting her control the intensity of the exchange only momentarily. When he felt her timid tongue touch his lower lip, his control broke and he ravaged her mouth.

He pulled her fully against him, turning them so that he could lift her to sit on the bathroom counter. Loosening the towel around her, he pushed himself between her thighs, never letting up his sensual assault on her mouth.

“Talib...”

“Yes?”

“I…”

Talib could hear the question in her voice, lifting his head from her own, he met her gaze and asked, “What is it?”

PJ met his gaze, the dark brown having darkened to that of rich, dark chocolate. She felt herself drowning in her gaze and it took real effort to remember what she had been about to ask. Blushing, she attempted to lower her eyes, but Talib anticipated her move and held her chin up. “Tell me,” he commanded her.

“Stay with me?” PJ asked, hoping she wasn’t being too forward and that Talib wanted to be with her as desperately and she needed him.

Talib gentled his hold on her chin, “Nothing short of the apocalypse could tear me away from your bed this night.” He punctuated his statement by devouring her mouth once again.

After several minutes, and many heated kisses, Talib picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom, laying her down on the soft mattress. When he began to unwind the towel from around her body, PJ stopped him with her hands.

Quirking a brow at her, he smiled at her and asked, “Is there a problem?”

PJ shook her head, “No. I wouldn’t say a problem, exactly.”

“Then why did you stop me? I want to see your body. To see how bad my imagination really as.”

PJ grinned at him, “Don’t I get the same privilege?”

Talib grinned before pushing himself away from the bed, “I would be happy to remove my clothing.”

PJ watched as he removed his boots and his belt, laying his gun on the floor within easy reaching distance. Next came his socks and his pants. When he pulled his t-shirt over his head, PJ had to stifle her moan of pleasure.