LITMIR.BIZ

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drew a long inhale, disturbed by the tension that kept taking a grip on him. She repositioned herself, sighed and relaxed, but he could tell she was awake. He could feel her lashes blinking against his skin.

      “I’m thirsty, but I don’t want to move,” she said in a husk of a voice.

      He was starving, but only moved his hand to her head and caressed her scalp through the thick waves of her silky hair.

      With a beleaguered sigh, she pulled away and climbed from the bed to go into the bathroom.

      Kasim tucked his arm behind his head, listening to the tap run. When she came out of the bathroom in a robe, he rose onto his elbow.

      “Come back to bed,” he ordered, voice graveled by sexual excess.

      “It’s already been a very long dinner,” she said wryly. “I don’t want to give the press more fodder than they might already have.” She walked out to the lounge.

      * * *

      Angelique was trembling on the inside, reacting to something so intense it had left her dismantled and exposed.

      She gathered her few pieces of clothing and dressed, aware of Kasim coming into the lounge behind her, but she didn’t turn to look at him. If she met his gaze, if he was naked, she feared she would find herself back in his bed in a matter of seconds.

      With a practiced wriggle, she got the zip fastened up her back, then swept her loose hair back and behind her shoulders. The silk liner on the dress was cool and the beadwork made it feel heavy and stiff. Her sensitive, sensual soul was firmly tucked away behind walls and guards again.

      Searching out her pocketbook, she glanced at her phone and saw her brother wanted her to text when she arrived home safely. She rolled her eyes and plucked her lipstick from the velvet interior of her purse. She had already tidied the rest of her face in the bathroom and was determined to look like she had not been rolling around with the prince all evening if she happened to be photographed leaving the hotel.

      “You don’t have to go.”

      “I should let you sleep,” she said, sending him a sly look in the mirror near the door. “You’ve worked hard.”

      “That tongue,” he said on a breath of laughter, stalking close to catch at her and turn her, drawing her in front of his naked frame. “If you hadn’t used it to pleasure every inch of me, I would curse it completely.”

      Oh, he did not just say that. She blushed. Hard. And she would not look to see if he was laughing. Or hardening. She stared at the flex of tendons in his neck.

      He chuckled and bent his head to nuzzle against her mouth with his own, murmuring, “I’m rather fond of it, now. Let me say hello again.”

      He meant “good night,” didn’t he?

      Their lips parted and sealed in a mutual coming together, like polar opposites aligning and locking. His tongue found hers and caressed, making showers of pleasure tingle down her front. She hummed a pleasured noise and pressed into him, trying to assuage the instant rush of greedy desire.

      She found him hard and famished. He clutched her with increasing passion, threatening Trella’s beautiful beadwork.

      She drew back as far as he would let her and had to stifle a pant of pure need. His eyes were like midnight, his desire for her undisguised, from the flush of excitement across his cheekbones to the thrust of flesh pressing into her abdomen.

      “Come back to bed.” Implacable determination was stamped into his face.

      Her heart turned over with helpless yearning.

      Defensive, flippant remarks like, I had a nice time, threatened to come to her lips, but she found herself speaking more earnestly. Almost begging for clemency. Her stupid eyes grew wet with the conflict inside her.

      “I would prefer to keep tonight private, if at all possible.” Her voice reflected the arousal he incited and the powerlessness she felt in the face of it. If he pressed, she would stay the night. “If I get caught doing the walk of shame tomorrow morning, it will cheapen something that was actually very nice.” She couldn’t bear that. She really couldn’t.

      His eyes narrowed in a brief flinch. His mouth tightened and she thought he was about to demand she stay anyway.

      “I’m going to London tomorrow. Come with me.”

      She blinked, thrown. She had geared herself up for this to be one night. A rush of hope flooded her. Yes. More.

      Just as quickly, she thought, No. How?

      Her mind splintered at the complexity of it. Obligation to Trella rushed in to make anything but these few hours impossible.

      “I thought… You seemed pretty clear about there being no future.” She searched his gaze.

      His expression grew shuttered. “One more night, that’s all I’m talking about.”

      Ouch. Right. She smiled her regret, hoping he’d take it as regret at refusing, not the very real regret that this was such a dead-end road.

      “The more we see each other, the more likely we are to become a sensation.”

      “Still trying to scare me off? It is unrealistic to think we won’t be found out, that’s true. So what? If that’s the only obstacle, there is none.”

      “It’s not,” she murmured with genuine reluctance, and tried to step away. Maybe when she went to Berlin next week? She would have to think about it. She was never impetuous, least of all about men and allowing them to impact her life.

      He locked his arms, not holding her more tightly, but turning his muscles to steel so she was forced to stand quietly and look up at him. She did not hide her disapproval at being manhandled.

      “What then?” he queried.

      “Trella is coming to Paris.”

      “So?”

      “We have to finish your sister’s trousseau.”

      “Hasna will not be wearing everything you’re giving her on her first day of marriage. I will personally take responsibility for anything that arrives late.”

      “That’s not the point.” She tried again to pivot away from him.

      He kept her in place, not allowing her to screen her emotions or remove herself from his thought-scattering touch. Infuriating.

      “I never leave Trella alone when she’s here.” She’d never even considered it because she’d never been tempted. She set her hands on his wrists where he gripped her hips, trying to extricate herself from the lure of him. “Most especially not overnight.”

      “How old are you?”

      “Twenty-four. And don’t pass judgment.” She could see opinions forming behind his eyes and it was true that they all babied Trella, but there were reasons.

      Trella was traveling on her own tomorrow, though. Did that mean she was ready for other acts of independence?

      Angelique found herself standing acquiescent in Kasim’s embrace, considering her own arguments to her brothers about allowing Trella room to find her own confidence.

      What if she had a rebound crash as a result, though? She was trying to justify deserting her sister. What was wrong with her?

      Berlin, she thought again, because it was further into the future and gave her time to think. This man moved way too fast for her.

      “Is security the issue? Your detail can travel with us,” he said.

      “No. I mean, yes, they would have to. And Henri keeps a flat in London that is completely secure. No, it’s Trella. I could ask her…”

      “I do not ask permission from strangers to go away with my lover.”

      “That’s not—You don’t understand.”

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