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that she seemed intent on helping him.

      When he was totally naked, his swollen sex jutting out from his body, he let her look her fill. He’d noticed how much she enjoyed it the night before. And having her gaze on him with such innocent hunger turned him on like nothing else.

      She didn’t even wait for him to suggest she join him in his nudity before she started stripping, too.

      Primal masculine satisfaction coursed through him and he grinned, even as his body reacted to every inch of honey skin she revealed.

      “What?” his undeniably proactive lover asked as she laid her oh-so-conservative skirt on the chair with his clothes.

      “It is me, not the alcohol.”

      “What?” she asked, her expression confused as she unbuttoned her simple white blouse.

      “Repressed Aaliyah has abandoned you for the present.”

      Her hands stilled, the blouse gaping to reveal the luscious curves of breasts in another very feminine bra while a blush climbed her throat and up into her face. Yet she didn’t pull the open edges together.

      “I feel free with you, like I can do anything and it’s okay.” She sounded astounded by that reality, but not unhappy.

      He was delighted. “Exactly. Me. Not the alcohol.” He made her lose her inhibitions, no whiskey needed.

      Her gaze sharpened in comprehension and she smiled. “Evidence would be in your favor.”

      “I am aware.”

      “Your arrogance is showing again.”

      “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

      Her smile made his heart pause in its beats.

      He shook his head. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

      “I think I have a clue, rohi.” She gave a significant glance downward.

      Laughing, he bent and swept her into his arms, pulling her scantily clad body flush to his.

      He had never had so much fun with a lover.

      She gasped, then threw her head back and hooted, the sound of amusement so sweet it sent shivers through him.

      “You sure you don’t make a habit of this?” she asked, still giggling. “It’s just that it feels like a habit.”

      “Only with you.”

      He arranged her on the bed, having pulled the bedding back much to her apparent amusement.

      “You find this funny?” Arousal was his predominant emotion at the moment, his sex so hard it was already leaking preejaculate.

      “This? As in making love? No. But seriously, it’s like you’re a professional at the suave lover thing.”

      “At least you didn’t compare me to a musical genre again.”

      “I couldn’t have been too drunk if I was able to come up with metaphors.”

      “Or only a very inebriated woman would make such a comparison.”

      “There is that.” She winked at him. “I stand by it, though.”

      “Tonight, you are not under any influence but me.”

      “I’ll tell you a secret,” she whispered against his ear as he settled next to her, leaning down with the intent to kiss her again.

      “Yes?”

      “You’re a lot more intoxicating than that stuff I was drinking last night.”

      “And I will not leave you with a hangover.”

      “Just muscles sore in all the right places.”

      “I knew it.” He sat up.

      She grabbed his arm, like she thought he was going to leave. “What?”

      “I did hurt you last night.”

      “What? No. Maybe a little, but isn’t it always like that the first time?”

      “Oh, no, it can be much worse. We were very lucky your body’s barrier was not too stubborn.” If it had been he might have noticed it, though.

      All he’d felt was how tight she was, how good her silky, wet heat felt around his shaft.

      “I wouldn’t know about anyone else, I only know that last night was the most amazing experience of my life.”

      “Then the bar is high.”

      “For what?”

      He worked on the remaining buttons of her blouse. “To make this time truly memorable and worthy of your first experience with a lover.”

      “Why?” she asked as she tugged on his arm.

      Unable to deny her, he leaned down and took the kiss he’d meant to a moment ago. Her lips were soft under his, but she wasn’t passive by any stretch, her mouth mobile and enticing.

      He finished undoing her buttons and pulled her blouse from her body, lifting her to sit up so he could get it off completely. Feeling like he was opening a truly stunning gift, he took the opportunity to dispense with her bra, as well.

      He loved the way her entire body shivered as her nipples were exposed to the air. She’d done the same the night before and he’d found it incredibly arousing. He still did.

      Soft sounds came from her as he laid her back on the bed, this time coming down beside her fully. Naked skin slid against naked skin, building the intensity between them.

      His hand resting possessively on her belly, he remembered her question and broke the explosive kiss. “Because that is what you deserve.”

      “Huh?” Unfocused green eyes looked up at him. “What?”

      “Why I am committed to making this time better than last night.”

      “Oh, that’s sweet,” she said on a hitching breath as he began to caress her. “But unnecessary, not to mention unlikely.”

      “You think so?”

      “Last night was pretty special.”

      “Tonight will blow your mind.”

      “You’re kind of competitive, huh?”

      He shrugged. He wasn’t competitive so much as he always won. He was emir; he had to be the best at everything he chose to do.

      It wasn’t just built into his position; it was in his DNA.

      “Can I touch you?” she asked, her voice husky with need.

      “Of course.”

      She licked her lips. “Anywhere?”

      “Yes.” The word ended on a hiss as her small hand curled around his sex.

      She made a hum of approval as her grip moved up and down the column of hard flesh, driving his arousal higher and higher.

      “Do not stop,” he instructed her as he began his own explorations.

      He intended to drive her to the point of madness with desire.

      Long pleasurable minutes later, he realized that every moan of pleasure he pulled from her, every restless movement of her body, drove him closer to the edge of losing his own control.

      He’d never found it so hard to hold back, not even the first time he’d lain with a woman.

      But Aaliyah Amari was some kind of sensual sorceress, every sexy whimper a powerful spell on his body.

      Even when he pressed her legs apart and put his mouth on her, his own body reacted like she was touching him.

      She cried out, tried to pull away. “No. That’s...I don’t think...”

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