Page 125 of Tall, Royal Hater
Tender.Full of the kind of genuine emotion we hadn’t ever shared before.
I searched his heated gaze, unblinking and unmoving from my face. And shuddered as he slid his thumb in a small circle against my pulse, forming a crack in my tranced state.
Trying to regain some sense of what the fuck was going on, I gulped and eased back, lashes fluttering. Shehryar’s hand on my nape held me close, so I didn’t make it very far. In fact, he just pulled me back down to where I had been, forcing me to remain in ridiculous close proximity to his piercing observation. His bodily heat wrapped me up like a personalised, special delivery parcel. His sexy, citrusy male scent poked at my lungs, and I—
That was when the panic, but not the red-blaring-lights kind of panic, kicked in. The“what the fucks,”and“what is this,”“why is this,”“who is this,”and “how is this,”but also“why does this feel good”noise in my head. I should’ve jerked back and diffused the situation with an insult or sarcastic comment, but it was confusing. And confusion led to slow reactions and slow understanding and aching pulses of…
I’m horny, right?Like really horny. That had to be it.That was it.
I wasn’t quite done with Shehryar’s mouth, hands, and cock for the night. That had to be why my insides and outsides felt so sensitive under his gaze, touch, and words.
Clinging on to that assurance for dear life, I rubbed my thumb across his bottom lip and tugged at it. “Thank me by putting this mouth to good use, Sheri,” I purred, adding an extra edge of seduction into my low tone so my meaning was clear.
A wolfish grin spread across his swollen lips before I suddenly found myself on my back, breathless, dazed, and blinking up at his stupidly handsome face. As he lowered over me, I clamped my hands around his jaw and held him still. If it weren’t for the hunger in his heavy-lidded eyes, I might’ve been distracted by how cute he looked with his cheeks squished against my palms, but—
“No more than two orgasms, do you hear me?” I said firmly. Because knowing him…
“Yes, ma’am,” he purred, and an arrow of arousal jabbed through my lower belly.
“Don’t‘ma’am’m—” My complaint melted into a moan as he licked across my neck.
One roughed hand dragged my T-shirt up as he whispered, “Two with my mouth. Two with my fingers. And two with my dick, right?”
My eyes widened. “Sher—” But the rest of his name came out as a groan as he found my wet core.
Fuck, I was screwed when it came to this man.
In the sex way! In the sex way.
Only in the sex way.
Chapter 30
Mariyah
Iraised my palm to my mouth as I yawned for the bajillionth time while in the car the next day.
It was just before twelve in the afternoon, and Kai, Esmeralda, Shehryar, and I were en route to a fancy burger place to eat before heading to the famous Falasteen Market to do some shopping.
As both places were within the city, Kai was driving, which meant Esmeralda was up front with him, and Shehryar was in the back with me, staring out the window, looking somewherebetween uncomfortable, lost in thought, but still annoyingly sexy and refreshed.
I, on the other hand, had not realised how tired I was from the previous night’s activities until the faint noise of the car’s engine and pretty scenery passing by felt like sleep hypnosis.
Esmeralda glanced back at me from the passenger seat, brows drawn in question. “Why do you keep yawning? Did you not sleep last night?”
Maybe it was just a sway as we came to a stop at a crossing, but from the corner of my eye, I was sure Shehryar straightened in his seat. I could sense his ears were perked up, paying close attention, just by the way something shifted in the air between us.
I licked across my lips as my cheeks warmed in response, but I narrowed my eyes at Esmeralda. Was she asking on purpose? “I did. I just slept late.”
A light turned on behind her irises as she smirked. “Oh. Okay.” Laughter edged into her words. She twisted further to look at Shehryar behind her. “What time did you say you got back again last night?”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. Esmeralda, you little bitch.I glared at her side profile.
She and Shehryar had talked about his meeting with his dad, hence why there wasn’t an ounce of worry on her face. But I wished they hadn’t. A fretting mother hen Esmeralda was much easier to deal with and reassure than a mischievous, meddling one.
“It was ten to eleven,” Shehryar answered blandly. He definitely wasn’t oblivious to Esmeralda’s prying, but he didn’t seem bothered by it or in denial, which was…interesting. I meant she knew, but didn’t he want to make it seem like there was nothing between us?
I meant therewasn’tanything between us—not like that, but like—
