Page 22 of At the Sheikh's Command
“Look at me.”
For a moment, neither moved. The only sound was the splash of the fountain which held within its spray the scent of orange blossom. And then she looked at him and he immediately saw he would win.
He knelt before her as if to worship her and lifted her gown. She looked around anxiously.
“Darrius! Someone might come.”
He smiled. “That, Nora, is a very accurate choice of word, a foretelling if you like.”
She shook her head, her eyebrows dipped in concern. “Please, not here.”
He raised his eyebrow. “You said you would do as I commanded.”
She bit her lip and then gave the briefest of nods.
He pushed his hands up her bare legs under the gown, lifting it as he went. She attempted to stop him, but he silenced her with a look.
“Don’t move,” he growled.
She swallowed and nodded, her eyes losing their defensiveness with every inch his fingers traveled up her legs. Her skin was smooth and silky and he felt himself harden as his fingers reached their destination.
He swept his fingers appreciatively around the smooth apex of her legs. He lightly touched her clitoris, which made her suck in a harsh breath. A delicious pink bloom settled on her cheeks and she closed her eyes.
“Eyes open,” he growled again.
She opened them immediately. It seemed she was in the mood to accept his command more readily now. He liked the expression he saw in them. They weren’t where he needed them to be yet. But much closer.
“Good. Now, open your legs.”
She swallowed, and the bloom on her cheeks deepened as she opened her legs. Another surge of desire swept through him as his fingers found a slick wet heat, which told him all he needed to know.
“Good. You are ready for me. Now, I want you to tell me how much you want me.”
She shook her head and pursed her lips as she tried to prevent the truth of her feelings emerging.
He ignored the brief rally of defensiveness and continued to play with her, sliding the length of her wet sex, gathering the moisture on his fingers before rubbing her clitoris. Then he thrust his fingers inside of her suddenly. She cried out in surprise and lay back, raising her legs for him to enter her.
He withdrew his hands and stood up. She grabbed his hand to stop him from moving away entirely.
“Please,” she said.
He watched her through hooded eyes. It was exactly how he wanted her. “Please, what?”
“Please take me.”
He frowned and shook his head. “I take nothing. Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want you inside of me. Please.”
He wanted with all of his body and mind and heart to do exactly that. No one else had this power over him, but he had something to prove.
“I will only make love to you if you tell me you love me. Do you?”
There was nothing now, no pretenses, only a raw need and a powerful feeling between them. It was there, in her eyes, and he knew he’d proved his experiment.
She nodded.
“Tell me.”
