The Sheik's Kiss - Excerpt
The Billionaire's Club
He stepped closer, pinning her against the counter. “What are you doing here, Mandy?” he demanded, his voice raspy.
“I…uh…was just…I couldn’t sleep.”
“Why not?” He reached around her, pinning her in place by setting his hands on the metal counter behind her.
“I was…um…thinking about what you said earlier.”
He looked into her eyes, then shook his head. “You’re lying. What’s really on your mind?”
She opened her mouth, but the words wouldn’t come out.
“Maybe I should tell you what I’m thinking about,” he commented, tilting his head as if contemplating her.
Mandy considered it, then shook her head. “I’m not sure anything good could come from you telling me what’s on your mind,” she told him firmly. She raised her hands, intending to push him away. But instead, her fingers lingered on his chest, not pushing in any way.
“Oh, I think something very good could come of my thoughts,” he promised, as he lowered his head.
Mandy was shocked when she felt his lips brush her neck. It was just a flutter of sensation at first, but when she gasped, he went back for more. And then he was sucking on her neck. The feeling was so intense, so wonderful, that she had to grip his shoulders to remain standing. Trying to hide her reaction to his touch was pointless and Mandy closed her eyes.
“See?” he whispered, nipping at her earlobe. “That was very good, wasn’t it?”
“Yes!” she replied back, her voice more breathless than she wanted it to sound.
“Do you want me to do that again?” Zahir didn’t wait for a reply. His lips were already brushing against the overly sensitive skin on her neck and it felt so good!
Then she felt his hands moving along her skin. Didn’t she have clothes on? Yes! Yes, she’d definitely gotten dressed before going for her walk. So how was it possible that his fingers were touching the bare skin along her back?
