The Sheikh's Unexpected Wife (Zahkim Sheikhs 3)

She held up the spoon between them, waving him off. "You keep teasin'. But I'm gonna warn you—I don't mind flirtin', but I'm holding off on more than that until I'm married."

He smiled, his eyes warmed with a spark, and warning bells went off in the back of her head. She didn't have a chance against that megawatt charm of his. She could feel her resolve melting, or going up in flames, more like. He picked up her hand, kissed her palm and then sucked one finger into his mouth. Heat exploded inside her, slipped down from her stomach to far deeper and started an instant ache between her legs. Her nipples tingled as if he had his mouth on them, not just on her finger.

She tugged her hand away before he could do more.

Still smiling, Nasim angled his body closer until he seemed to fill up the entire world, his eyes darkening as his pupils blew wide and dark. "I'm glad you've waited, Ginni. But you are married now—and as we say in Zahkim, Khalaas. Akhdik ya Heidi!"

Heart thudding, she wet her lips. She was having trouble breathing. She tried for a stern tone and knew she must sound shaky instead. "And what does that mean?"

"It's about the same as saying, 'Enough already—I’m taking you girl!'"

Chapter Seven

Nasim took the bowl and spoon from Ginni's trembling hands. He tossed them aside, took the half empty bottles of ale and threw them over his shoulder. He would deal with all that later. Right now, he had to have Ginni in his arms. He wanted her more than anything he had ever wanted. He wanted that passion inside her to erupt—he wanted to see her gaze go distant from pleasure and to have all that fire pressed up as close to him as possible.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her down to the sand, rolled her so she lay on the blanket he had spread out for the picnic. He would dine on her. She parted her lips with what would no doubt be a protest. He stopped her words with a kiss, wrapped his tongue around hers, took her lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it. She put a hand on his shoulder, but instead of pushing him away, she pulled him closer. Her mouth opened for him, and she let out a small moan that inflamed him.

Cock hard and pressing into her hip, he rubbed against her. She moaned again, and he wrapped a hand over her breast, squeezed, and then caught the nub of her hardened nipple. He rolled it between his thumb and fingers, pinched lightly, and then started to trace a circle. With another moan, she wiggled, rubbing herself against his erection.

It was his turn to moan, and he slipped a hand under her tunic and then down her wide-legged pants, blessing the world for inventing something so simple as elastic. Wet warmth wrapped around his fingers. He pushed into her, found the spot that left her gasping. He thought about stripping her bare, taking her here and now, but if she was a virgin still, he didn't want this to be fast or painful.

But he wanted her in his power.

Sitting up, he pulled her upright and lifted the tunic from her arms and shoulders. She gave a shiver, but that could not be due to a chill—the sun had not set, and sweat sheened her skin. He licked a wide stripe along her shoulder, tasted the salt and something that had to be unique to her. He slid between her legs, and stripped off her trousers and underwear with one move. She gasped. He did not give her time to say anything more.

He put his mouth on those lush lower lips of hers, already swollen and dark. With one hand, he spread her legs, the other spread the lips surrounding her secret flower, and he licked into her, tasting her, wanting more of the moisture leaking from her. She moaned, and he dove in again, searching for what she liked.

Nips…ah, too much. Her hips bucked, and she put a hand on his shoulder. A soft lapping at her clit? She sighed and wiggled her hips—a favorite. Did she like a finger inside? When he pushed his thumb into her, she wiggled again, but she seemed so tight—he could just fit the thickness of his thumb, and he dared not do more.

But the small licks she adored. He kept at them, wanting to drive her over the edge. Her skin heated. She shivered again, gave a small moan, and then her juices flowed in small spurts. He lapped them up, kept at it until she let out a long breath and put a hand on him again.

Wiping his face, he rose up to stretch out beside her. She looked sinful, clad in nothing but her bra, her body gleaming with sweat, her chest rising and falling with short, rapid breaths, her eyes closed, and her dark lashes a sweep of black against her cheek.

He put a hand on her quivering stomach. "I want to consummate this marriage, Ginni. Tell me you want this, too."

With a knowing smile, she opened her eyes and put one hand on his chest. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his thighs.

"Just ’cause I'm saving up for a honeymoon night doesn’t mean I don't know a few things. And I'm a fast learner." Her drawl had deepened. Nasim found himself catching his breath as she undid his belt and zipper and put her hand on him.

She wrapped her fingers around his cock, and he fell back, a groan torn from him. It had been too long since he'd had a woman. Once he'd started into marriage negotiations with Sheikh Ahmad, he'd sworn off oth

er women. He'd wanted to be faithful to his bride, even if the marriage was arranged.

Now, Ginni was driving him mad.

She stroked again, tugged down his trousers and his pants, and took him into her mouth. He groaned again and put a hand on her head—her curls wrapped around his fingers as if clutching at him. She pulled her mouth off him, licked down his shaft, and stroked her fingers over his balls.

"You will kill me," he muttered.

She grinned and again took him into her mouth.

She couldn't take him deep, but the licks of her tongue, the small nips of her teeth, the sucking when she did take him as far as she could, had him arching his back. The orgasm took him fast and hard, spiking through him like an electrical charge, leaving him dizzy and clutching at her as if she were the only thing holding him to the earth.

Breathless, he clung to her. She wiggled up and draped herself over him; at some point she had rid herself of her bra, for her breasts pressed against him, soft mounds of delight. He yanked off his tie.

"I must admit I did fool around a little in college but never went all the way. And you are wearing far too much," she said, unbuttoning his shirt, popping a button with each word. She bared his skin for whispers of kisses, and then settled next to him with a sigh. "I could get used to this, too. Except I am getting sand where it don't belong."

He trailed a finger up and down her spine. "I still want to do more with you, Ginni. And you are my wife."