Read Online The Sheikh's Kidnapped Bride (The Sharqi Sheikhs Series Book 3) by Leslie North - Free Book Online

until she could no longer stand.
    Swimming over to him, her body shivered in response when he reached out his hands and grabbed her around the waist, continuing to bring her into him until their bodies were flush against each other from chest to knees.
    The feel of his naked body against hers, hot and hard - a contrast to the soft pillow of her breasts. “You were right,” she told him softly, still holding his gaze.
    “About?” he asked, squeezing her waist and then letting one hand skim up her side, his fingertips brushing the outside curve of her breast before rising to run the back of his fingers across her collar bone.
    “The water does feel nice.”
    When his roving hand dipped between them, closing around her nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, she only managed to keep her eyes open by sheer determination. His touch felt so natural and right, and yet, she’d never been one for easily giving of her body to another.
    This man had kidnapped her from her country, forced her to reside in his home, and refused to take her home until she shared all of her deep dark secrets with him. The last thing she should be doing was wrapping her thighs around his hips and helping him fit their bodies together.
    But she was helpless to resist the sexual pull between them. Being here with him. Now. In this place. Felt right somehow. She didn’t understand it, but as his fingers grazed the valley between her legs, making sure she was primed and ready for him, she didn’t care. His touch felt so good and she’d been without sex for longer than she liked to admit. She needed this. She wanted this. With him.
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    “Cara, tell me you’re ready for me? I’m so hard for you, I don’t think I can go slowly.” Mahil warned her as he dragged in a steadying breath while her body clenched around his searching fingertips.
    “Please…don’t make me wait any longer. I want you,” Carolyn told him, closing her eyes and reveling in the feelings his touch was evoking in her body.
    “Kiss me,” he commanded her. He used his free hand to lift her chin up, capturing her lips in a heated kiss that made the one from earlier seem like child’s play. He didn’t merely kiss her; he consumed her. Her breath became his, as he sought to possess her.
    Turning, Mahil brought them over to the side of the pool and lifted her legs so that she could place her feet on the solid rock at the bottom of the pool ledge. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she lifted her hips as he adjusted himself. Rubbing the head of his shaft against her slit, he began to push slowly in, careful not to go too fast. She was so small and tight, he didn’t want to hurt her. Not now. Not ever.
    His body shook with the effort, as he resisted the urge to slam into her, to take what he so desperately wanted. When she moaned into his mouth and used her hands to lever herself up by pressing against his shoulders, he was ready to demand she stay, but then she slid down his length and all thoughts of protest fled his mind. He let her control the movement for all of three seconds before the demands of his body took over and he used both hands to control her.
    When he felt her tighten around him and heard her whispered pleas for him to go a little harder; a little deeper—he turned her around and pressed her back against the pool wall as he sped up. Lengthening his strokes, he commanded her to open her eyes so that he could see the passion in her eyes. Meeting his gaze, she smiled seductively as she shifted her hips, increasing the pleasure for both of them.
    Carolyn began moaning in earnest as Mahil felt her begin to shake with need. Her muscles contracted tightly around him with each downward thrust making it difficult for him to pull out. Feeling his own impending release, he shortened his thrusts