Authors: Susan Mallery
Oh. Right. “I didn’t think of that. I’m not used to having resources.”
“Perhaps next time you will consider that you do.”
It would take some getting used to. “You came after me yourself,” she said. “
You
could have sent one of the grooms.”
“The girls were most distressed to think they were the cause of your being gone. Coming after you myself seemed the quickest way to allay their fears.”
“It was a little impulsive. You have resources, too.”
“You mock me?”
“Maybe.”
“A dangerous path.”
“I’m not afraid.”
Something flashed in his eyes. Something dark and primitive that made her heart flutter. She didn’t know if she should throw herself at him or run into the desert, so she stood her ground.
“So what do you think is for dinner?”
* * *
THE WOMEN OF the village prepared a rich stew with lots of vegetables and a flat bread that smelled so good it made Kayleen’s mouth water. She did her best to be friendly and polite, helping with the cooking as much as the women in the camp would let her.
Zarina, Sharif’s oldest daughter, was the only one who would speak to her in English.
“Am I really that scary?” Kayleen asked quietly as she stirred the stew.
“You are different. From the city and from another country. You do not know our ways.”
“I could learn.”
Zarina, a dark-haired beauty with a flashing smile, laughed. “Give up your comforts to roam the desert? I do not think so.”
“Comforts don’t matter to me,” Kayleen told her. She would give up many things to belong somewhere.
“Yet you live in the palace with the prince.”
“It’s a long story and I don’t live with him. I take care of...” She shook her head. “It’s a really long story.”
Zarina glanced at As’ad where he sat with the leaders of the tribe. “The prince is handsome. If I were not happily married, I might try to steal him from you.”
Kayleen started to say he wasn’t hers to steal, but figured there was no point. “He’s nice.”
Zarina laughed. “Not nice. No man worth having is nice. As’ad is a desert warrior. He takes what he wants, but then he protects those he claims. He is a strong man. A powerful husband. You have chosen well.”
A lion of the desert? As’ad? He was strong and powerful and he did seem to take care of those around him. His presence here was proof of that. But a dangerous animal? She didn’t believe that. As for her choosing him...as if.
He looked up and met her gaze, then rose and approached. “What troubles you, Kayleen?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking. Zarina says it’s good she’s happily married, otherwise she would steal you from me.”
He laughed. “She is a beautiful woman.”
Kayleen didn’t like that answer. “You and I don’t have that kind of relationship.”
“So you would not mind if she and I...”
“No,” Kayleen said carefully, even as a knot formed in her stomach. It was hard and hot and made her feel uncomfortable. “You have a family now. You should be with someone.”
“You suggest Zarina?”
“She’s already married.”
“I am Prince As’ad of El Deharia. I can have whomever I choose.”
How annoyingly arrogant. “I don’t think so. You’re just a man. There are women who would say no to you.”
He moved closer. “Who would that be?”
She stood at straight as she could, tilted her head back and glared at him. “Me, for one. I’m not interested.”
His smile was slow, sexy and confident beyond measure. “You think so.”
“Absolutely.”
“I see.”
He reached toward her. Before she knew what he intended, he pulled her close and kissed her.
CHAPTER FIVE
KAYLEEN HAD ALMOST been kissed once in her life, on a date with a young man in college. He had been nice enough, but she was so inexperienced that just being around him had made her nervous. At the end of their awkward evening, he’d moved in for a kiss and she’d bolted for the safety of her dorm room.
But there was no bolting from As’ad. With his arms around her, she had nowhere to go. Not to mention the fact that she didn’t want to run.
She’d wondered about kissing, had wondered if she was the last innocent in a world where even twelve-year-olds seemed to know more about men and sex than she did. She’d wondered how it was possible to enjoy someone being so close, pressing his mouth against hers. Worse, using his tongue in some intimate way.
Would she feel trapped, uncomfortable, violated?
The short answer was no, she thought as As’ad moved his mouth gently against hers, teasing, caressing, but not taking. Even though his arms were around her, she didn’t feel trapped. Instead she felt protected and wanted.
The wanting was new, as was the odd hungry sensation inside of her. She needed to be closer, although she couldn’t say why.
She put her hands on his shoulders, feeling the strength and heat of him. As’ad would keep all in his world safe, she thought, distracted by the pressure of his lips. It would be nice to feel safe.
She inhaled the masculine scent of him, liking the fragrance. She enjoyed the feel of his body so close to hers. She grew bolder and slipped her arms around his neck, bringing her front in contact with his.
He increased the pressure of his mouth on hers. His strong hands traveled up and down her back. When he stroked his tongue against her bottom lip she gasped in shock, then felt the soft, erotic touch of his tongue against hers.
Fire shot through her. The unexpected heat made her tremble as she almost expected to go up in flames. Sensations exploded everywhere, especially in places that were usually without them. Her breasts ached in a way they never had before. Her legs felt funny—trembly and weak. She stood frozen, unsure, awkward, yet willing him to keep on kissing her.
Fortunately As’ad seemed more than capable of reading her mind. He explored her mouth with his tongue, making her tingle and want to lean into him. She ached, but couldn’t say for what. She clung to him, and at last, tentatively, slowly, carefully, touched her tongue to his.
A low, masculine groan burst from him. The sound filled her with a sense of sensual power she’d never experienced before. She touched his tongue again and felt a reaction in her own body. A clenching. A wanting. A hunger.
She let herself get lost in the touching, the intimate kiss. It was heaven. She could do this for hours. She liked how her body turned to liquid. She liked everything about kissing him.
But instead of reading her mind again, he put his hands on her shoulders and eased her away from him.
“What?” she breathed.
“Perhaps another time,” he said calmly. “When we are alone.”
Alone? What was he...
Kayleen bit her lower lip and turned her head. While much of the village had gone about their business, there were still several obviously interested people observing their kiss. As she looked at them, they grinned. A couple waved. A few of the women laughed knowingly.
“Now no one will question that you are mine,” he told her.
* * *
THEY ARRIVED BACK at the palace shortly after ten. Kayleen met Lina in the suite she, Kayleen, shared with the girls.
“We’re back,” she said. “Thanks for staying with them.”
“It was fun,” Lina told her. “So how was your evening?”
Kayleen did her best not to blush, although she could feel heat on her cheeks. “It was fine. Good. I really liked meeting everyone in the village. They’re wonderful people. Dinner was good. They let me help a little with the cooking. Everyone was friendly.” She realized she was babbling and pressed her lips together, then blurted, “Nothing happened.”
Lina slowly raised her eyebrows. “Excuse me?”
“Nothing happened. With As’ad. In case you were, you know, wondering. Nothing happened.”
“I see.” Lina smiled. “You’re protesting an awful lot, especially when you consider I never asked if anything happened.”
“Oh.” Kayleen shifted. She needed to stop talking now or Lina would find out about the kiss. Not that Kayleen regretted it—on the contrary, it was a delicious secret she wanted to keep to herself.
Lina waited another few seconds, then walked to the door. “I’ll see you later, then.”
“Uh-huh. Thanks again for staying with the girls.”
“Anytime,” Lina said, and then left.
When she was alone, Kayleen tiptoed into the girls’ bedroom. All three of them were asleep. She smoothed covers, adjusted the nightlight, then went into her own room. When she had shut the door behind her, she sighed with happiness, spun in a slow circle, then sank onto the bed.
She’d been kissed. Really kissed and it had been wonderful. Better than she could have imagined.
She’d liked everything about kissing As’ad...the taste of him, the heat, the way he’d held her. She wanted to kiss and be kissed again. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the sort of thing she could simply ask him to do. Worse, she wasn’t sure
why
he’d kissed her. Had he wanted to, or had he just been proving a point in the village? And why did it suddenly matter which?
* * *
SEVERAL DAYS LATER As’ad returned to his rooms to find Kayleen sitting at his dining table in front of a sewing machine. Fabric covered every available surface. She’d pulled over a floor lamp for additional light and didn’t notice his arrival.
His reaction was as powerful as it was instantaneous. Not about the fact that she’d once again ignored his request that she take care of all things involving the girls. Instead his body recognized the woman who had most recently brought him to his knees with a single kiss.
A virgin’s kiss, he reminded himself, still annoyed and aroused at the sight of her. What should have been meaningless, done only to prove a point, had instead started a fire within him that still burned hot and strong. He’d been hungry before kissing her—now he was starved.
He hadn’t been able to sleep for wanting Kayleen. The kiss had shown him potential where he’d seen very little. She’d felt right in his arms—all soft curves and innocence. Yet there had been heat in her, an instinctive passion that had matched his own.
The event should have meant nothing. He should have been able to walk away without thinking of it again. Instead it was all he could do not to cross the room, pull her to her feet and kiss her over and over until she surrendered. He wanted her wet, naked and begging. He wanted all of her.
She looked and saw him. “As’ad.” She smiled. “You’re back.” She stood and held up both hands. “I know what you’re going to say. This is a big mess. I’m sorry. I meant to get it cleaned up before you got home. I lost track of time.”
Her mouth. He couldn’t seem to look away from it. The shape, the hint of white teeth and nimble tongue. His brother Qadir was right—he
should
have gone to Paris and spent the week mindless in an unknown woman’s bed. Now the opportunity was lost. He had a bad feeling it would be some time before he could use someone else to forget the appeal of Kayleen.
“What are you doing?” he asked, pleased his voice was so calm. Nothing of his turmoil must show.
“Making costumes for the Christmas pageant. All three girls are in it. I want the costumes to be a surprise.”
“The school will not provide them?”
“I suppose they could. They asked if some of the parents could help out. I said I would. Lina found this machine for me. It’s fabulous and practically sews on its own. You should see the instruction manual—it’s as thick as a dictionary. But I’ll figure it out.”
He fingered a length of fabric. “I am sure there are employees in the palace who could do this for you.”
She looked as if he’d slapped her. “But I like sewing. Besides, it’ll matter more if I make the costumes for the girls.”
“As you wish.”
“I’m going to guess you’re not into crafts.”
He allowed himself a slight smile. “No.”
“I learned to sew in the orphanage. I could make more clothes for a lot less. You probably don’t do anything like that here.”
“We do not.”
She tilted her head and her long, red hair tumbled over her shoulders. His fingers curled toward his palms as he ached to touch her hair, to feel it in his hand, dragging along his chest, across his thighs.
“Did your mother sew?” Kayleen asked, jerking him back to the present.
“I don’t know. She died when I was very young. I don’t remember her.”
The light faded from her eyes. “Oh. I’m sorry. I knew she was gone. I didn’t know how old you were when it happened. I didn’t mean to remind you of that.”
“It is of no consequence.”
“But it’s sad.”
“How can it be sad if the memory is gone?”
She frowned. “That is the loss of what should have been.”
“I am not wounded, Kayleen. Share your concerns with someone who needs them.”
“Because you feel nothing?” she asked. “Isn’t that what you told me? Emotion makes you weak?”
“Exactly.” Any emotion. Even passion. His current condition proved that.