The Sheik's Heir - Introduction
Al-Bodari Family
“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice a strained whisper as she tried to keep her gaze trained on his face. She would not, absolutely could not, look down at his chest.
Tessa promised herself that she wouldn’t notice the incredible muscles that rippled and flexed under his skin. Was she drooling? Goodness, she seriously hoped that the yearning wasn’t visible in her eyes.
Plus, he smelled so good! He hadn’t put on aftershave, since he hadn’t shaved yet. So the scent that drifted to her nose must just be the soap he used. She’d have to ask someone to bottle that scent because it was heavenly!
“I’m showering after a workout,” he explained, his voice rough with…interest?
Goodness, how had he gotten so close! She breathed in that wonderful smell, her eyes moving over his chest, his arms…the chest and arms that her fingers itched to touch!
Wait…hadn’t he been across the room just a moment ago?
“What are you doing here?” he asked. His voice sounded husky now.
Tessa pulled her eyes away from that drool-worthy chest, looking at…his mouth. That mouth had done things to her that…well, her throat had been raw after the second morning with him because of the things that mouth could do. And his hands. Dear heaven, those fingers knew exactly how to touch her, where to touch her, and…!
“If you don’t stop looking at me like you want to eat me up, I can’t be responsible for my actions, Tessa.”
“What?” She jerked her eyes upwards, only to find herself trapped by the unexpected desire in his eyes. He wanted her! But…he didn’t even like her! How could he want her sexually when he didn’t respect her?
He stepped even closer, cornering her . She felt something hard behind her, but wasn’t familiar enough with the room to know what it was. A chair? A table? Did it matter? Her fingers itched to touch him, to feel the hard muscles and warmth of his skin.
His fingers encircled her wrist and lifted her hand, pressing it to his chest. She gasped at the heat, watching her fingers move over his skin. She was transfixed by the way his muscles flexed as her fingers moved over them.
