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only ever wanted Cantara. What did it mean thathe desired Victoria? Was it because he knew her and he hadn’t bothered to know any of the other women he’d been with? Was it proximity? Or was it her specifically?
He knew that behind the humor and the big blue eyes beat the heart of a mercenary. She had come to El Deharia to marry Nadim, knowing she would never love him. It had been about getting what she wanted. And yet…
“Foam?” she asked. “No foam?”
“No foam.”
She set the cup on the table. “Anything else?”
He leaned back in the cushions and thought about her body next to his.
“You may kiss me.”
The eyes he’d admired widened. “You promised.” The words seemed forced out, against her will. She went pale.
He sensed her fear and reached for her hand. “I’ll keep my promise,” he told her, not sure why he felt compelled to reassure her. She was here to do his bidding, yet he didn’t want her to be afraid. He squeezed her fingers. “A kiss isn’t sex.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“One kiss.” He pulled her down on the pillows.
She knelt next to him. “Is this the same as a guy saying ‘Come up for coffee. Nothing will happen’?”
“I’m not a guy. I’m a prince.”
“A technicality. Seriously, Kateb, I’m really not ready to…”
He raised his eyebrows.
She sighed. “One kiss.”
“You might enjoy it.”
“Maybe.” She sounded doubtful.
She bent over him. Her long, curly blond hair tumbled down and lightly brushed his chest, making him wish he hadn’t put on a shirt.
She braced herself on either side of his shoulders, leaned down and pressed her mouth to his.
At first there was nothing. Just a warm, skin-on-skin reaction that was pleasant, but not erotic. Then she moved slightly and he felt a jolt of fire burn through him. Need and hunger consumed him until he could only think that she must not stop kissing him.
Her lips were warm and soft and tempted him. She continued the kiss, pressing lightly, teasing. He reached for her, intending to pull her down next to him, only to remember his word.
One kiss.
He swore silently, wanting to feel her weight on him before he turned her, claiming her as his own. He burned and his arousal throbbed in time with his heartbeat.
She drew back and opened her eyes. Confusion swirled there, as did shock, making him confident she had felt the connection as well.
“Kateb?”
One kiss. He cursed himself for making the promise and giving his word. He could do nothing against such bonds, nothing but lie there, wanting what he could not have.
She touched her fingers to her mouth, then swallowed. “Maybe a second kiss wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”
Relief battled with desire. Released from his pledge, he pulled her down onto the pillows. “No, it would not.”
Chapter Five
V ictoria had been unable to stop herself. The second she’d touched Kateb’s mouth with her own, she’d been swept away by a sensual wanting unlike anything she’d experienced before.
There had been men in her life—two—both of whom had been nice and sweet and eager to please her. She’d enjoyed the experience, had been comfortable making love. She’d felt anticipation, then pleasure, but never a driving need that made her mind go blank and her body tremble.
As Kateb pulled her against him, she went willingly, draping herself across him, body on body. If only they were skin on skin, she thought, as he turned her on the cushions and loomed over her. Then his mouth was on hers and she couldn’t think about anything except how good it felt to have him take control.
He claimed her with a touch filled with yearning. Heatpoured through her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, both to touch him and to keep him close. He tilted his head, touching her lower lip with his tongue. She parted immediately, wanting to taste him and stroke him. Wanting him in her mouth, taking and giving.
He plunged inside, claiming her. He circled and danced. She did
He knew that behind the humor and the big blue eyes beat the heart of a mercenary. She had come to El Deharia to marry Nadim, knowing she would never love him. It had been about getting what she wanted. And yet…
“Foam?” she asked. “No foam?”
“No foam.”
She set the cup on the table. “Anything else?”
He leaned back in the cushions and thought about her body next to his.
“You may kiss me.”
The eyes he’d admired widened. “You promised.” The words seemed forced out, against her will. She went pale.
He sensed her fear and reached for her hand. “I’ll keep my promise,” he told her, not sure why he felt compelled to reassure her. She was here to do his bidding, yet he didn’t want her to be afraid. He squeezed her fingers. “A kiss isn’t sex.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“One kiss.” He pulled her down on the pillows.
She knelt next to him. “Is this the same as a guy saying ‘Come up for coffee. Nothing will happen’?”
“I’m not a guy. I’m a prince.”
“A technicality. Seriously, Kateb, I’m really not ready to…”
He raised his eyebrows.
She sighed. “One kiss.”
“You might enjoy it.”
“Maybe.” She sounded doubtful.
She bent over him. Her long, curly blond hair tumbled down and lightly brushed his chest, making him wish he hadn’t put on a shirt.
She braced herself on either side of his shoulders, leaned down and pressed her mouth to his.
At first there was nothing. Just a warm, skin-on-skin reaction that was pleasant, but not erotic. Then she moved slightly and he felt a jolt of fire burn through him. Need and hunger consumed him until he could only think that she must not stop kissing him.
Her lips were warm and soft and tempted him. She continued the kiss, pressing lightly, teasing. He reached for her, intending to pull her down next to him, only to remember his word.
One kiss.
He swore silently, wanting to feel her weight on him before he turned her, claiming her as his own. He burned and his arousal throbbed in time with his heartbeat.
She drew back and opened her eyes. Confusion swirled there, as did shock, making him confident she had felt the connection as well.
“Kateb?”
One kiss. He cursed himself for making the promise and giving his word. He could do nothing against such bonds, nothing but lie there, wanting what he could not have.
She touched her fingers to her mouth, then swallowed. “Maybe a second kiss wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”
Relief battled with desire. Released from his pledge, he pulled her down onto the pillows. “No, it would not.”
Chapter Five
V ictoria had been unable to stop herself. The second she’d touched Kateb’s mouth with her own, she’d been swept away by a sensual wanting unlike anything she’d experienced before.
There had been men in her life—two—both of whom had been nice and sweet and eager to please her. She’d enjoyed the experience, had been comfortable making love. She’d felt anticipation, then pleasure, but never a driving need that made her mind go blank and her body tremble.
As Kateb pulled her against him, she went willingly, draping herself across him, body on body. If only they were skin on skin, she thought, as he turned her on the cushions and loomed over her. Then his mouth was on hers and she couldn’t think about anything except how good it felt to have him take control.
He claimed her with a touch filled with yearning. Heatpoured through her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, both to touch him and to keep him close. He tilted his head, touching her lower lip with his tongue. She parted immediately, wanting to taste him and stroke him. Wanting him in her mouth, taking and giving.
He plunged inside, claiming her. He circled and danced. She did
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