The Sheikh's Christmas Baby (Shadid Sheikhs 3)

“Marry you?” she breathed. “Kash, you’re royalty. I’m a farm owner.”

“Habibti, you are so much more than that. You’re the smartest, kindest, most beautiful woman that I know. You’re the most talented dog trainer I’ve ever met, and you’re not bad with horses either, although your goat training could use some work. And Kristy, you’re the mother of my child and the love of my life. I knew it four years ago. You have no idea how hard I tried to forget you, and nothing worked. I didn’t come back for the damn race. I came back because I was going mad not knowing what happened to you. I have no intention of that happening again. I want you and Arella by my side every day.”

Sliding up his body, she kissed him gently. “I could not imagine a better gift for Christmas,” she admitted finally when she was able to pull herself away.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, Kash. I want to be your wife. And since you’ve drilled it in her head that she’s a princess, Arella will think it’s the best Christmas ever.”

“She is a princess, and you are my queen. I went into town yesterday to get you a ring, but none of them were good enough. You deserve only the best.”

“I don’t need a ring, Kash. I only need you.”

Drawing her back up for a kiss, he traced down her naked sides with his fingers, and she shivered. Spreading her fingers across his chest, she stroked his skin until he moaned.

“Again?” she teased as she pressed a hot, wet kiss to his nipple.

“Haven’t you figured it out by now, Kristy? I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured. “But, wait here.”

“Wait? What?” She watched as he slid out of bed, opened the bedroom door, and peeked out before she heard his footsteps jogging down the hall.

He was back within moments and smiling at her, he brushed his lips across hers before grabbing the sheet and wrapping it around her. Reaching under her, he scooped her and the sheet up, whistling as he carried her down the hall to the bathroom. Pushing the door to the bathroom open with his foot, he set her down in front of the bathtub.

Kristy stood on the bathmat looking around at the candle lit room, which was rapidly filling with steam from the hot water filling the tub for a bubble bath. When Kash had first grabbed her, she’d been too shocked to say anything and now she stared bemused at the tub.

She looked up surprised when he tugged on the sheet that she was still clutching around her. The splash of water when he climbed into the tub finally forced her to focus as she dropped the sheet and took his hand as he helped her into the tub. Sitting down, she rested her back against his chest and they both moaned as the hot water sloshed around them.

Kashif ran his hands through her hair before pulling it up into a loose knot on the back of her head. Picking up a washcloth, he dipped it into the water and began to rub it over her body. This time, Kristy

moaned in pleasure, settling her head on his shoulder. Kashif took that opportunity to nuzzle her neck before nipping at her earlobe.

Lifting her arm, Kash draped it over his neck as he continued to rub the towel over her body.

“Oh, Kash,” Kristy finally murmured. “I’m so sorry things happened the way they did. I don’t know…maybe I didn’t try hard enough to reach you but it all seemed so fruitless after a while. And then when you showed up here, I had no idea what to think.”

Setting the towel on the rim of the tub, he turned her around so she lay sprawled across her chest.

“I think I started falling in love with you from the moment I first saw you and despite everything, my love only grew stronger. I admit I was upset when I found out about Arella. I had missed out on her first steps. Her first word.”

Kristy chuckled, “It was pup-pup.”

Nodding his head and smiling at her, “Why does that not surprise me? She is definitely her mother’s daughter and I cannot wait to watch her grow up.”

Sliding his hands down to her hips, he lifted Kristy up so she was straddling his legs. “Now, enough talk about our daughter and on to more important things. Because, as I said earlier, Kristy Cohen, I can’t get enough of you.”

Lifting herself up, Kristy slowly sank down onto Kashif’s erection and they both groaned lustily when she was firmly seated on top of him.

Slowly lifting herself up and down, she began to ride him. Her head had fallen back and she closed her eyes as she clutched at his shoulders.

Still gripping her hips, he adjusted her movements and she opened her eyes in surprise when each forward movement bumped against her clit.

“Oh. Yes. Like that, Kash. Oh, please don’t stop.”

Moving her hips faster, they both began to spiral higher and higher as Kristy felt herself getting dizzy at the speed her orgasm was approaching. With a small cry, she leaned forward to kiss him, putting all of her love and her angst into that one kiss.

Wrapping his arms around her, Kash lifted himself and began to thrust into her in earnest as Kristy felt another orgasm riding the wave of her first one. Calling out his name, she came again just as Kash thrust up one last time.

Sagging against his chest, she kept her arms wrapped around his neck and idly licked his chin. “You know, Kash Shadid, I can’t get enough of you either.”