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

His chest was heavily muscled, entirely free of body hair, and all she could think of was running her tongue up and down his chest and watching him squirm. She was itching to touch all of that fabulous male muscle.

He slid his boxer shorts off just before he joined her on the bed, settling himself between her thighs. “Is this better?”

“Much,” PJ said, wrapping her arms around his back and pulling herself close enough to feel him against her.

Pushing himself back up to rest on his knees between her spread thighs, he carefully unwound the towel from her body. Just like Christmas morning! He uncovered her one inch at a time; touching and kissing and licking each newly exposed piece of skin. By the time he had the towel removed, PJ was writhing upon the bed and grasping at him with her hands. “Please…”

“What do you need?”

“You. Just you. Please...,” PJ was near begging and couldn’t care less. If Talib didn’t make them one soon she was going to go out of her mind. Her tiredness from before had melted away with the surge of adrenaline that now coursed through her veins.

The levered herself up from the bed slightly, using her lips to explore whatever parts of his chest she could reach. When she sucked one nipple into her mouth, she grinned at the groan, which erupted from Talib and how his hands tightened upon her person. He liked that!

Moving her lips to his other nipple, she only had a few seconds to torment him, before he captured both of her hands in one of his own and found her arms pinned above her head while he proceeded to mimic her earlier actions with his own mouth.

He licked, suckled, and nipped at her breasts until she was panting with the effort to lay still. When she began to pull her arms in earnest, he released her hands. “Shush. PJ?” he asked her quietly in between kisses.

“What?” she asked, breathless and yearning for him to touch her more intimately.

Bringing his lips back to her mouth, he placed nipping kisses along her jawline as he asked once again, “Tell. Me. What. PJ. Stands. For.” He punctuated each word by kissing somewhere new upon her face and neck, finally latching on to the spot where shoulder and neck met and gently biting down.

Chapter 18

PJ arched off the bed as she answered him, “Quit asking and kiss me.”

Talib let his hands dive into her silky smooth hair, hold her head still as his lips consumed her own once again.

After devouring her mouth, he let both his hands, and his lips, travel downwards, stopping to learn the touches that sent her arching beneath him or moaning in pleasure. “Nothing could get me to quit kissing you, but I really do want to know.”

PJ wasn’t idle; letting her hands learn Talib’s heavily muscled body as well. The sculpted shoulders, kneading the muscles there before making a leisurely sweep down his back to come to rest at the indention just before the swell of his buttocks. He has muscle everywhere!

She let her legs slide along his own, using her feet to mas

sage his calves. When she heard him whisper her names once again with a question in his voice, she closed her eyes, “I heard you, but I really don’t want to answer. I use my initials because I personally hate my real name.”

“It can’t be that bad,” Talib assured her. “Tell me and I promise not to laugh.”

“Would you rather lay here discussing what my name is, or finishing the job you’ve already started? I would rather do the latter, but…,” she shrugged her shoulders as she let her voice trail off.

“Woman, there is no way we are not finishing this.” Talib let his mouth trail a path down her ribcage before working his way back up, settling himself more fully against her body, and positioning himself at her entrance. Her very hot, moist entrance!

“Are you protected?” Talib asked, not wanting to follow in his ruler’s footsteps, but also hoping he wouldn’t have to stop and return to his apartments for protection.

PJ nodded her head, “Yes. I started taking the shots after I enlisted. I’ve never had a reason to stop, so yeah – we’re good.” She could feel herself blushing and mentally scolded herself for it. PJ took responsibility for her own body, but somehow having Talib ask had seemed really personal. Yeah, like laying here naked with him isn’t? She mentally shook her head to shut off the little voice in her head.

Talib was so relieved, he let his head drop against her neck, taking several breaths before he raised himself back up and fitted himself to her entrance. Watching her eyes, he slowly started sliding into her warmth, almost losing the battle to go slow when her tight warmth enveloped him. “PJ, you feel so good.”

“So do you. I won’t break you know?” PJ assured him.

“We are going to go slowly this first time.”

“And the second?” PJ inquired breathlessly. needing him to stop torturing her and get on with it. The friction of his body against her own had her desire at a level she’d never dealt with before, and she could feel herself racing to the edge of the cliff.

Talib changed his angle of penetration a bit, smiling as she gasped in pleasure. As she tightened around him, he was glad to know that she was as close to finding rapture as he was. “Stick around and find out.”

PJ moved with him, loving the feel of his strength surrounding her, driving her pleasure to heights she’d never known existed. Sure, she’d had sex before, but this was different somehow. There was no question this time but that her heart was involved in the act, not just her body.

“Come with me,” Talib commanded her, increasing the speed and power of his thrusts as he flung them into paradise.