The Sheikh’s Sham Engagement (The Safar Sheikhs 3)

His chest constricted, and he stepped out of his shoes, plopping onto the mattress next to her. He needed to forget thoughts like those. They were about to spend the entire night inches apart, and thinking about her bedroom eyes wouldn’t help.

“Get ready for the best night of sleep of your life,” Willow cracked, lying back. Nasser joined her, and the two of them stared up at the vaulted tent ceiling, the sides of their arms touching. Half of Nasser’s body hung off the flat mattress.

“Extremely luxurious,” Nasser added. “What rating does this tent have? Five star?”

Willow snickered. “I think I saw this room listed on luxuryhotels.com. Right after the Ritz.”

“I’m still wondering when our bellboy will arrive with the luggage.” Nasser shifted, and he slid off the mattress and onto the ground. “Maybe we can call the front desk and ask for a new mattress.”

That got her. Willow burst into laughter, slapping his arm. God, it felt just like old times. The two of them could have fun together in a war zone, and he’d forgotten that as the years wore on.

“I’ll call the front desk right now,” Willow said, wiping at her eyes, “and order a bottle of wine too.”

“The fermented juice with dinner didn’t hit the spot?” Nasser asked, turning onto his side to face her. At least now he was entirely on the mattress.

“Oh, it did. I just have a couple more spots that need to be hit.”

His brows shot up just as she looked over at him. Realization crept over her face, and more giggles erupted.

“You know I can help you hit whatever spots need attention,” Nasser said a moment later, squeezing at her hip through the long skirt. His heart raced as he awaited her reaction. This was a blatant come-on, and she wouldn’t miss it. Not with the way his voice had dropped.

“If I stay on this mattress all night, I think all my spots will need attention.” She rolled over onto her side toward him, grinning at him. At least this felt organic. Natural. Inviting, even. He scooted closer to her without even meaning to. Their noses were just inches away. He wanted to kiss her so bad he could barely think of anything else. The need pulsed inside him, practically blinding him. Two years away from these lips had been too long, he realized in a flash.

He needed to taste Willow again. Even if it was just for this one, crazy night.

“We should probably spoon then.” He danced his fingers over her hip, teasing at going further. She bit her bottom lip, wriggling a bit closer toward him.

“Right. I think it’s necessary in our luxury bed.”

Nasser palmed the swell of her hip, jerking her closer. Their legs brushed, and electricity raced through him. Willow tilted her head toward him. Everything in him vibrated with knowing. It was time.

Nasser swept down and captured her lips in a soft kiss. Willow melted against him, one kiss turning into so many more. She whimpered once he pressed his tongue past her lips, scraping her fingernails against the sides of his cheeks as she gripped his face.

Nasser rolled over on top of her, pinning her to the thin mattress. More memories flooded him—their countless nights of passion together, the way she always clung to him, her throaty laughs in the middle of lovemaking. But the memories were tinged with something else now. A freshness that only stoked his fire further. Willow was more of a woman now. The span of time they’d been apart made her practically a new person.

But these kisses hadn’t changed. Not one bit. Nasser wriggled his hips between her legs, her knees splaying apart.

“After all, we must stay warm overnight,” Nasser added, sitting back to tear his kaftan off. He tugged Willow’s tank top off next, gobbling up the view of her moss green bra against her barely-tan skin. Yes, he’d missed her body, all the way down to the series of freckles on her rib cage that always reminded him of Orion’s Belt. He made quick work of tugging off her skirt, pausing only to shimmy out of his pants and briefs. The cool air greeted his naked butt, sending shivers down his spine.

“See?” He brushed his lips against her upper thigh, where goosepimples had erupted. “We definitely need to do all the activity we can to stay warm.”

“I wonder what sort of activity you have in mind,” Willow said, arching against him as his lips drifted toward her panty line.

“Oh, just general snuggling.” He nuzzled the crotch of her panties. Being between her legs made it feel like no time had passed at all. The past two years were reduced to the blink of an eye and Willow had never abandoned him. Maybe this was the place he was meant to be. Between her legs.

“General snuggling,” Willow repeated with a snort, which turned into a sigh when he took a gentle bite at the mound of her pussy. Nasser nuzzled the damp crotch of her panties, then slid them down her legs and over her ankles. He’d always loved eating her out, and it seemed somehow appropriate to remind her of how much fun he used to have between her legs. If they were going to have one wild night in this tent, then they might as well touch all the old bases.

Willow arched as his tongue pressed into the damp folds of her pussy. When she started to moan, he shushed her and then plunged his tongue inside her. That sparked her trademark throaty laugh, which made Nasser’s cock pulse with need. He’d been hard basically since she showed up, and now he was damn close to his breaking point.

He licked and slurped at her clit until she fisted his hair. Then he pulled back and grabbed for his wallet. He always came prepared, even during sandstorms in the far reaches of Al Ghuman. He rolled the condom on while Willow clawed at his chest, and then he was sinking down, down, down into her. Time stopped in Willow’s wide eyes. Her velvet heat felt exactly like going home.

He’d had plenty of sex over their two years apart. But hell if anybody else could make him feel like this.

Time dissolved under the spell of Willow. They formed a fast, intense rhythm, Willow bucking up against him as he drilled down deep inside her. Their eyes locked as they rocked and ground against each other, the only sound the infrequent gasps or small grunts.

Nasser’s orgasm clawed at the edges of his composure. He beat it back as long as he could, but he had to let the floodgates open before indecency threatened to reign in the form of animal noises. He buried his face in Willow’s neck as he came, his abs jerking and spasming as he filled the sweet heat inside of her. Willow clawed at him like she was trying to escape, but he knew that only meant she’d reached her peak right alongside him. Like they always had. Together.

He breathed heavily into the hollow of her neck before he was able to lift himself off her. He found complete and utter satisfaction in those green eyes.