A Sheikh for Christmas (All I want for Christmas is... 1)

Unable to resist the overwhelming tide of want inside him any longer, Daveed entered her completely in one long stroke, burying himself hilt-deep within her welcoming heat. He nuzzled the pulse point at the base of her throat while he held still, allowing her time to adjust to his considerable length and girth.

At last, she began to move beneath him, arching her hips into his and moaning softly. “I need you, Daveed. Please.”

“And you shall have me, habibaty.” He withdrew almost to his tip then drove inside her once more, setting up a rhythm that she soon matched, pushing them closer and closer to the brink. He adjusted his angle of penetration to hit the sweet spot inside her and reached down to stroke her clit once more as she wrapped her ankles around his waist, seeming to love every minute of his attentions.

He’d never been with a woman who so readily embraced her sexuality and he found it utterly intoxicating. She matched him stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust, even pulling him down for a hot, open-mouthed kiss as he tipped her upward until he was sitting back on his heels and she was astride his thighs, giving them both maximum pleasure. She rode him hard, taking what she wanted from him and returning it to him through her tiny mewls and groans of praise and ecstasy.

Pressure built in his lower back, coiling tighter and tighter as his release loomed. With one hand, he cupped the back of her head and with the other he reached down to stroke her clit once again, his tone commanding. “Cum for me. I need you to cum for me again, habibaty.”

“Yes,” she said, resting her forehead against his, her eyes staring into his, her pupils so dilated with need that they all but obliterated her bright blue irises. “Yes. Make me cum for you. Make me…” Her voice trailed off and her head fell back into his hand and she arched against him, her nails digging deep into his shoulders as she climaxed hard around him. “Yes!”

Driven over the edge now, Daveed slammed hard into her, the tightness of her inner walls milking his cock hard and pushing him toward the brink of fulfillment. One last, hard stroke and his world shattered. Ripples of incredible pleasure washed over him as wave after wave of orgasms swept everything else away except this moment, this night, this woman. He held her tight to him, his moans and cries of pleasure swallowed by her kiss.

When they finally collapsed atop the fake fur throw again, it was in a tumble of entwined limbs and smiles. He couldn’t seem to stop touching her, stroking her amazingly soft skin, kissing her velvet pink lips.

It took several minutes for them to catch their breath and float back down to earth. She shivered slightly beside him, and he pulled her closer into his side, wrapping the throw around them as they lay beside the Christmas tree, staring up at the beautiful lights.

His fingers traced lazy patterns on the skin of her arm. Things all seemed so peaceful and quiet now, in the afterglow, but reality would return for them soon enough. He felt the need to learn more about her, to stay in their own private oasis a little longer. “What do you really want, habibaty? What do you want to do most in life, right now?”

r /> “Besides make love to you again?” she asked, giggling, then leaning up to press her lips to his again. She laid her head on his chest, right over his still-pounding heart. “I don’t know. If money was no object?”

“Yes.” He gave a sad little grin and kissed the top of her head. From now on, money would always be an object for her. But she deserved this one small fantasy. “Regardless of cost.”

“Hmm.” She sighed and he felt her smile against his skin. “I guess I’d want to go and hang out where it’s warm. Maybe at the beach where I could play with the dolphins.”

“Ah.” He smiled too. “There are plenty of dolphins in the waters around my family’s island, Al Dar Nasrani.” Daveed shrugged and laughed. “Of course, it’s quite expensive there too. But I might have an ‘in’ with the establishment and could get you a good discount.”

“I bet you could.” She buried her face in his chest and giggled. “I bet I’d stand out there, huh? With my blond hair and funny New York accent? I’m sure your family would love having their future sheikh bring home some tabloid-trash American heiress for the weekend, eh?”

His grin fell at the hint of sadness in her tone. Did she really see herself as damaged goods now? That was so far from the truth he didn’t even know where to begin to explain. So, he shared with her some tidbits about himself instead. “Chances are good I’ll never ascend to the throne. My brothers are working hard to convince my father that Al Dar Nasrani should become a parliamentary government.”

“Like England?”

“Yes. Exactly.”

“But the Queen is still there.”

“Only as a figurehead.” He rolled onto his side and kissed her again, not wanting to talk about his family anymore. The longer they laid there, the chillier it got and the worse his stiff back felt. He kissed her once more before standing and extending his hand down to her. “Come.”

“Where are we going?” she asked, taking his hand and standing beside him. The throw fell away, leaving them both naked as the day they were born.

Daveed had never been modest about his body, but most of the women he’d dated had been. Not Melody though. She stretched like a cat, all lithe and graceful. He felt the stirrings of life in his cock again. Another first. Seemed his desire for her knew no bounds.

“So, what are we doing now?” she asked, giving him a coy look from beneath her lashes.

He growled and grabbed her around the waist, tossing her over his shoulder caveman style and swatting her butt. Her surprised laughter filled the room as he carted her off toward the hall and his bed. “Now I’m going to make love to you again properly.”

“Properly?” she said, with mock disappointment. “But I like it when you’re naughty.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” He kissed her hip and grinned. “We’re both going to be very, very naughty tonight.”

7

Mel woke the next morning feeling more rested and peaceful than she had in months. There was something warm and hard pressed to her back and a heavy weight slung over her waist. As she snuggled in closer to the heat source, memories of the previous evening drifted back into her mind, stalling her actions.

She’d slept with Daveed.

Her eyes widened in the pre-dawn gloom. Oh. My. God.