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gasp ignited him with want, with the need to further explore her mysteries. He’d begun the evening with a calculated plan to seduce her into marrying him, but now was rapidly losing control.
    His hands moved from her back, lingering at her sides where the swell of her breasts began. Still their mouths sought each other’s with hunger. When his hands covered her breasts, a tiny moan escaped her, a moan of pleasure that electrified him.
    He tore his mouth from hers and gazed at her, noting that her eyes were deep, deep green and filled with the haze of sexual excitement. “I want you, Elizabeth. I want to take you to my bed and make love to you.”
    â€œI want you, too,” she replied, her lips quivering slightly. She pushed off his chest and sat up. “But I don’t want to make love with you unless it’s on our wedding night.”
    Omar straightened, as well, triumph soaring through him. “Then, you will marry me?”
    Her lips trembled for a moment before she answered. “Yes,” she said softly.
    He grabbed her hand and raised it to his lips. “You have made me a happy man,” he said, then kissed the back of her hand. “We’ll get the license tomorrow, then marry as soon as possible.”
    â€œNot as soon as possible,” she protested. “I’ll need some time…”
    Omar frowned. “Time for what?”
    She worried a hand through her hair. “I don’t know, I’ve never gotten married before. I’d like some time to make the arrangements and to pick out the perfect wedding gown. This will be my one and only wedding and I’d like it to be a special memory.”
    Her sentimentality only assured him that she was the right choice for his wife. “How about a month?” Although he would have preferred a wedding as soon as possible, he would not deny her the pleasure of being a bride-to-be for a month. And he would dowhatever he could to remain in the States for the next thirty days.
    â€œAll right.” She gave him a beatific smile. “Then, I guess we’ll get married right after Thanksgiving.”
    He pulled her into his arms once again. “And I will give thanks for the rest of my life that fate brought you into my life.”
    He started to kiss her again, but she stopped him with a finger over his lips. “Omar, I don’t think we should do any more kissing tonight. In fact, I think I should go home.” She held his gaze with somber eyes. “I’m feeling fairly vulnerable right now, and I really want our wedding night to be special.”
    Her candor enchanted him, and although he would have loved to have her at that very moment, he abided by her wishes and stood. “I’ll summon Rashad with the car.”
    As he picked up the phone, he watched her stand and straighten her dress. Her lips were slightly swollen from the kisses they’d indulged in, and her skin glowed with a radiance that was bewitching.
    He thought of that night at the cotillion so long ago. He, along with every other man at the dance, had coveted the dazzling, beautiful, flirtatious Elizabeth, and he couldn’t help but be pleased that he was the man who had captured her.
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    Cara sat in the back of the limo carrying her away from the hotel and back to her cottage. She couldn’t believe she’d just agreed to marry Omar.
    It hadn’t been her intention to agree to his marriageproposal, but his lips had been so hot on hers. His hands had been so masterful as they stroked along her skin. Rational thought had fled beneath his sensual onslaught and she had fallen into the sweet promise in his eyes.
    Even though she hadn’t intended to accept, she couldn’t help the wave of joy that fluttered through her. She was officially engaged to a handsome sheik, a man who caused her pulse to race and her heart to warm.
    She didn’t want to think about all the reasons why she shouldn’t be engaged