Pregnant by the Desert King

‘When can I see the mine and the museum?’

‘When I say you can.’

‘And when will that be?’

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‘You have to earn the privilege.’

As he held her still, she softened. ‘When can I begin?’ she asked, searching his eyes in a way that made him instantly hard.

‘Right now?’

They only had to look into each other’s eyes for understanding to spring between them. They were so well matched, and Lucy could always surprise him, he thought as she sank to her knees in front of him, not to bow in gratitude—oh, no, she’d never do that—but to wrap her mouth around him over the fine linen of his trousers until he couldn’t think straight.

‘Who’s in control now?’ she lifted her head to whisper.

Throwing his head back, he laughed, but shocked pleasure soon silenced him as she tightened her mouth around. Waves of sensation punched through him, and he groaned involuntarily as he opened his mouth to drag in some much-needed air. And this wasn’t all she had in mind. Her nimble fingers were soon working on the fastening at his waist, and she freed him in no time.

The heat of Lucy’s mouth on his engorged flesh was indescribable. Sufficient to say that the rasp of her tongue promised release like never before.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

‘YOU NEED THIS...we both do...’

‘Witch,’ he groaned as Lucy took control.

‘Just to warn you, I’m no man’s mistress,’ she said as he laced his fingers through her hair to keep her close. ‘I’m doing this because I want to.’

‘Don’t I know it,’ he grated out.

Lucy’s husky tone betrayed her arousal, but this was on her terms, and the challenge she gave him never failed to arouse.

She carried out her threat with surprising skill, but when he remarked on this, she said, ‘I think I should know what you like by now.’

With a bellow of agony, he lifted her and dispensed with her clothes. Settling her onto him, he proved her right about them both needing this. Working furiously towards the inevitable conclusion, they brought each other to the edge efficiently, and within a few firm strokes they were plunged into pleasure so extreme it left them sated, and yet hungry for more.

‘Not tonight,’ Lucy said matter-of-factly. Sweeping up her clothes, she added, ‘I’ll give you my decision about the job tomorrow, after I’ve visited the sapphire mines, which will obviously impact on my decision to stay—so you’ll get that too.’

‘That’s a lot of giving,’ he commented as they locked eyes. ‘Give yourself first,’ he advised. ‘You’ll enjoy it, and it will help you sleep.’

She looked at him as if she couldn’t quite believe he could match her for detachment. Whatever it took, he thought as they stared at each other.

Breath rushed from her lungs as he swung her into his arms, and she yelped when he dropped her on the bed. ‘You’re a very bad man,’ she remarked with an expression that teased and tormented him.

‘That I am,’ he agreed. To pretend otherwise would mean a sleepless night for both of them, and what was the point in that?

Tadj was the most amazing lover. He made every part of her body sing, and he was right about her not being able to resist him. Why should she, when all she had to do was close her eyes and concentrate on pleasure? His steady breathing countering her hectic gasps made her all the more excited, and the crashing release that followed rocked her body and soul. She couldn’t chart the moment when extreme pleasure turned to exhaustion, and finally sleep, but when she woke in Tadj’s arms in the morning, it was the happiest moment of her life.

‘I love you,’ she whispered, safe in the knowledge that he was still fast asleep.

He grunted faintly, but didn’t stir, which was a relief, because laying her heart bare put her entirely at Tadj’s mercy. Tuned to her every mood, he wasn’t long in waking. She was lying on her side with her back to him, which meant that Tadj only had to make the smallest adjustment to his position to take her from behind. Arching her back, she raised her hips to make herself even more available for pleasure. Lazy lovemaking like this was the perfect way to start a day. Clutching a pillow, she concentrated on sensations, and nothing else.

‘Better?’ Tadj soothed when she tumbled noisily off the cliff edge. Moving convulsively to claim the last pulse of pleasure, she was incapable of speech. ‘Is that what you needed?’ he crooned huskily, with a smile of very masculine triumph in his tone.

She could only groan with contentment when he started again. ‘See what happens when you’re a very good girl,’ he murmured.

‘I can’t be good all the time,’ she warned.

‘I noticed,’ he said, seeming pleased.

‘And I’m no pushover,’ she insisted groggily, with a small contented smile.

‘Of course not,’ Tadj confirmed.

‘Did I detect a faint mocking note in your voice?’ she challenged, turning her head to spear a stare into his eyes.

‘Did I detect some residual need here?’ he countered, teasing her in the way she loved.

To hell with it! Thrusting her hips, she claimed him.

* * *

What a wonderful day, Lucy thought, feeling elated as she pulled on her jeans and top after bathing in the lagoon. Her body was still tingling from Tadj’s expert lovemaking. She wanted more. She would always want more, where Tadj was concerned, though she was excited to see what came next when they visited the sapphire mines.

First, there was a short journey by helicopter, which Tadj piloted once again, and when they landed, he announced, ‘We’ll take the SUV from here.’

His excitement was infectious. Gone was the stern and aloof Emir, and in his place at last was the guy she’d met in a café. ‘Are you up for it?’ he asked, nuzzling her neck.

‘For everything,’ she said, sharing a scorching look.

He was so hot, how was she ever going to concentrate? Lucy wondered as they climbed into the vehicle. Tadj’s profile was all the more appealing for being so stern. He made her want his arms around her. With forearms like steel girders, deeply tanned and dusted with just the right amount of jet-black hair, there was no surprise there. Tadj was a stunning sight, in bed or out of it—but more complex than she had ever imagined.

‘Some seams of sapphire are found in rock and call for conventional mining methods,’ he explained in the low, husky tone that made her body thrill with pleasure. He glanced across, the heat in his gaze suggesting Tadj knew that Lucy’s focus wasn’t solely on the precious gems. ‘Others turn up in streams, or even in the silt of a wadi, and need nothing more than a sieve to fish them out. What?’ he asked.

‘You,’ Lucy admitted. ‘I like you better up here in the mountains. You’re a different man.’

‘Than the one who was in bed with you a couple of hours ago?’ His mocking frown teased every part of her as he leaned across to drop a kiss on her neck. ‘I’m the same man with different interests,’ he said, straightening up again.

What did the future hold? she wondered. It was all too easy to think that Tadj, in his banged-up jeans and a simple black top, really was the fun guy she’d met in a café, and it was tough remembering he was the Emir of Qalala, with a different life from hers.

The trip to the mine brightened things up again. It went much better than Lucy had hoped. She was fascinated by the work underground, where the air was warm and still, and on the ground where the mountain breezes whipped at her clothes as she watched the sapphires go through their initial sorting. Tadj had an enthusiastic team in place, and the very latest in equipment, and she couldn’t help but want to be part of it, to the point where she was already working on some ideas for the exhibition.

‘I think we could improve things here at your heritage centre,’ she told Tadj frankly, when he invited comments from the team. ‘You have some of the world’s most spectacular jewels on display in what appears to me to be an uninviting warehouse. Visitors should be taken on a journey—a pictorial tour of all the various mining meth

ods, where they can see examples of rough stones before they’re cut, and then the polished jewels, both before and after they’re set.’

As murmurs of agreement rose from his team, he knew he’d made the right choice in Lucy. Whether that was enough to persuade her to stay in Qalala was the big question, and remained to be seen.

‘There needs to be a lush floor covering that creates a hushed atmosphere of wonder and awe,’ she went on. ‘And, of course, discreet lighting—and music to set the mood.’

‘I can see your enthusiasm is infectious,’ he told her as they left to smiling goodbyes, leaving his team to discuss the latest ideas.

His staff had arranged a picnic by the wadi where he and Lucy could spend time alone. It had rained recently, so the dried-up riverbed now provided a perfect swimming pool, where they could freshen up and cool down after a busy morning touring the mine. As the blistering heat of late afternoon slipped into the cooler lilac light of dusk they settled down to enjoy the feast his chefs had prepared, which was both simple and delicious, made even more so by freshly squeezed juice that his attendants had thoughtfully left cool in bottles they’d tethered in the stream.

Rolling onto his back, he stared up at the bowl of sky overhead, as it turned from a clear, cloudless blue to gold and crimson, as the day moved slowly into night. A chill breeze blew up as the lavender dusk, threaded through with smoky grey, lost its colour completely as the sun disappeared behind the mountains.

‘This is even more beautiful than anything I’ve seen so far,’ Lucy enthused softly at his side. ‘You live in the most ravishing country. I’m not sure you deserve it,’ she added, turning onto her stomach to stare at him with a cheeky sideways frown.

He laughed as he drew her into his arms. He was a man as well as an emir, but when he kissed Lucy Gillingham he felt like the king of the world. Seeing everything through Lucy’s eyes had given him the greatest pleasure imaginable today. And she was right in that Qalala was beautiful. He found it even more so with Lucy at his side. ‘So, you’ll stay?’ he whispered, feeling confident he knew her answer.

‘For a fixed contract,’ she agreed. ‘I think that would be sensible, don’t you?’