The Sheikh's Troublesome Bride (The Jawhara Sheikhs 2)

Chapter 9

Shira was on fire. Never had someone made love to her mouth like Kale. Each touch of his tongue ramped her passion up and she found her arms gripping his shoulders, trying to pull him closer to her.

Kale let his mouth explore her chin and her cheeks, making note of the spots that elicited more response. When his mouth trailed down her neck, reaching the spot where shoulders and neck met, he bit gently into the muscle and heard her breath catch. Doing the same thing on the other side, he felt her hands grasp at him in response. He used a free hand to skim down her chest, tracing first her collarbone and then moving downward until it cupped a cloth-covered breast. When she pushed her body into his palm, he squeezed and began to rub her distended nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Shira needed more and leaning up, skimmed her lips against his neck, gently biting his earlobe. At his low growl, she became more adventurous and using her hands, rubbed them over his torso, memorizing the contour of his muscled chest.

He was murmuring to her in Arabic, the sound lyrical and tender sounding and she found it didn’t matter that she couldn’t understand what he was saying. As long as his lips didn’t stop tracing a path across her body, he could speak whatever language he wanted to.

Kale gently untied her bikini top, baring her to his eyes and feasting on the sight. Her breasts fit nicely into his hands and he palmed them for several minutes before dropping his head and learning her taste.

When she arched into his touch, he tightened his grip and then reached lower on her stomach with his free hand. He could feel the heat pouring off her and when her small hands began to pull at his hips, he lifted himself over her, making a place for himself between her spread thighs.

Lowering his body over hers, he closed his eyes at the feeling that swamped his senses. He had been on fire for her since the night he had been called back to Jawhara and their daily phone calls had done nothing but fan the flames of his desire.

He was pleased to see that Shira was in no better shape. She twisted and arched into his touch, murmuring pleas for him to continue his onslaught. He was happy to oblige that particular wish and lifted himself away from her only long enough to remove his swim trunks.

Returning to her, he quickly pulled her bikini bottoms off and flung them to the sand before resettling himself against her, luxuriating in the first touch of hot center against his hardness.

“Kale, hurry,” Shira begged, she was desperate for him. She had felt desire before, but never like this. Never to the extent that her next breath depended upon him finally making them one.

Kale wanted nothing more than to answer her plea, but common sense broke through the haze of lust and he held himself away from her, murmuring, “Shira, are you…?”

“Protected?” Shira finished for him.

At his quick nod, she smiled at him and answered quickly, “Yes. I’m on the pill to help regulate my cycle.”

Kale exhaled and lowered himself back over her, taking her lips in a searing kiss at the same time he gently made them one. It was like finding the missing part of himself. He continued to mold her lips beneath his own, and then started the climb up the hill of paradise, casting them both off the edge and into oblivion for several moments.

Shira fell off the edge, clinging to Kale as she heard herself vocalize her pleasure. When she finally landed, she found herself surrounded by Kale’s arms, his head resting on the pillow of her breasts while he tried to keep the fullness of his weight from crushing her.

When Khalil felt Shira move her hands to run her fingers through the hair at his nape, he lifted his head and met her gaze. After ascertaining that she was feeling as good as he was, he grinned at her, pleased to see her return it.

“Wow!” Shira knew she was probably smiling like a fool, but what she and Kale had just shared was remarkable and earth shattering. It had also ruined her for any other man! “Wow!” she said again, no other words coming to mind.

“I agree. Nooro hyati.” Kale kissed her nose.

“What does that mean?” Shira asked, wishing she understood just a little bit of Arabic.

“It means ‘light of my life’ roughly,” Khalil explained, “There are many phrases you Americans use that are not used in Jawhara. I know we’ve only known each other a short while, but I feel things for you that I’ve never felt before.”

Shira nodded, unable to put into words exactly what she was feeling. She felt attached to Kale in ways that went against everything she had ever thought about love and falling in love. “I never felt this way before.”

“Good. It is only right that you should reserve such strong emotions for the one you are destined to spend eternity with.”

“Eternity? Don’t you think we might be rushing things a little bit. I’m only here for a few weeks…”

“Not just a few weeks. I forget that your bosses did not tell you about the change in plans.” Levering himself away from her, he grabbed a nearby towel, helping her adjust the back of the lounger so she could sit up. When she covered herself with the towel, he wanted to insist she remove it, but decided that he didn’t want to push her too hard. He had discovered that American women had strange notions regarding their bodies and used clothing as a means of self-protection and as emotional walls.

“The Addams Group has accepted my brother’s generous offer to open a branch office in Jawhara. After much discussion, it was decided that you would be the best candidate for the position and I am to help you set your office this coming week and hire competent help from my own countrymen to assist you in your work.”

Shira sputtered, “But…Rick and Damon didn’t say anything to me… they expect me to move to Jawhara?”

“Will living in close proximity to me, be such a hardship then, habibiti?” Kale asked.

“What does that word mean?”

“It is a term of endearment. Much like your young men would use the term ‘sweetheart’.”