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“I felt your hunger, Tara. This is only a hint of what I’ve gone through the past two years.”

I held his gaze, hoping he hadn’t noticed my dilated pupils. “You’re mistaken.”

Those beautiful lips of his quirked at the sides. “Let me check.”

He dropped to his haunches and gripped my stocking-covered ankle.

“I love these fuck-me heels you wear. Makes me think of all kinds of dirty things.”

“They’re practical, nothing fuck-me about them.”

“I disagree. The way you walk in them incites visions of bending you over the nearest surface. The way you own the room while wearing them makes any man that sees you want nothing more than to rumple the incredibly controlled and sexy Ms. Zain.”

“Mrs. Kumar.” My breath felt heavy and my mouth parched.

“That’s right. Mrs. Kumar. I’ve waited a long time to hear that from your lips.” He glided his hand along the inside of my leg, over my knees, and to the juncture of my sopping cleft.

“We can’t, Ashur.”

“What can’t we, Tara? All I’m doing is making sure my wife isn’t lying about her needs.”

He grazed the wet fabric of my underwear, and I clamped my thighs to block him from going further. “Not here.”

He licked his lips. “Yes here. Let me taste you. Let me fuck my tongue into your hot, wet pussy.”

My knees grew weak. What would it be like to have his mouth on me, in me, all over me?

I needed him to touch me, but not like this. There was no doubt I’d lose myself to the pleasure, forgetting anything but the orgasms he would give me. And then, I wouldn’t want it to stop there. I’d beg him to fuck me, and I didn’t want our first time as a married couple to be in the bathroom of a plane that belonged to the United States government.

“Please, not here. Maybe in the future, but not tonight.” I looked down to where he knelt.

The plea in my voice must have broken through the lust, and he sighed. He tugged his hand free, stood and pulled me against him, my back to his aroused front.

I grasped the arm he had across my body and then leaned my head against his shoulder, inhaling in short pants, unable to stop the unsteadiness of my breath.

“Look at us in the mirror.”

I lifted my head and studied Ashur’s giant body behind me. He towered over my small frame, but somehow, we fit.

We’d always fit.

He regarded me with hooded eyes that were filled with longing.

“I’m not going to be fucking you in here. I won’t take that from us. When I take you, it isn’t going to be a fast fuck. It is going to be long, hot, and sweaty.”

Relief washed over me. He had me so worked up that I probably would have let him. At least, one of us had some restraint.

“However, we aren’t going out there until I see you coming at least once.”

Strike the restraint part.

“Ashur, no.”

He tugged the fitted hem of my dress up my thighs and over my bottom.

Why wasn’t I pushing his hands away? Why was I stepping a little wider?

Because you want the release as much as he wants to give it to you.

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