The Sheik's Sensuous Trap (3 page)

Rashid laughed.  “None intended
, honestly
.”

“Business,” she finally said. 

“What are you going to do with a degree in business?”

Alea grimaced.  Nothing if her father had anything to say about it.  “Ideally, I’d like to work in marketing.”

His eyes noticed the grimace and persisted. 
“Why do I get the sense that you don’t think it will ever happen?” He already knew why he wasn’t going to let it happen but he wanted to know what she would say. 

Alea simply shrugged her shoulders.  “It gets complicated,” she said.

Talking to this man was a novel experience. 
His
questions were perceptive and revealed a sharp and analytical mind. 
They sat and sipped drinks for what seemed like hours while they discussed marketing strategies, television commercials, what they thought failed and what they considered a success. 
Alea was laughing at some of the sillier commercials he brought up and feeling wonderful. 

Somehow, they’d moved closer together and Alea didn’t stop to wonder how
she
continuously had a fresh drink.  It was just too overwhelming to be talking and laughing with this man.  His hand casually touched hers several times and she blushed.  Initially, she pulled back, but when the tingles that shot up her arm were less alarming, she allowed her hand to sit still. 

Rashid
imperceptivity
glanced at his watch. 
After talking for over two hours, he thought she had relaxed enough.  It was time to move in, he thought. 
“Let’s dance,” Rashid said and put his beer down on the low table in front of him, then stood to help her up. 

Alea set her glass down as well but had trouble standing.  The room swayed for a moment before
she finally was able to focus
.  She looked around, then up, and up again.  Right into his eyes.  Her hands were braced against his chest and his hands were on her
waist
, steadying her.  “I’m sorry,” she laughed softly.  “I think I’ve had too much to drink” she said, but couldn’t remember how many drinks she’d finished.  It seemed that a new one arrived before she was even half finished with her previous one so she’d lost track of how much she’d drunk. 

Rashid didn’t want her to start getting cautious.  He pulled her slightly closer as he said,
“Nonsense.  We’ve just been sitting too long.  If we go out onto the dance floor, it will get the blood pumping and will dissipate some of the fuzziness.”  He took her hand and led her through to the dance floor.  It was even more crowded now but the music was still pumping loudly.  She tried to move
away slightly
but he wasn’t having any of it. He pulled her close to his body while the two of them swayed to the beat, not really dancing, but not standing still either. 

Her hands were resting against his forearm and her fingers couldn’t resist the temptation to explore slightly, moving in circles so small she was sure he wouldn’t notice.  She felt the black hair that was sprinkled over the tan skin and muscles and she looked up, inhaling sharply when she saw the look in his eyes. 

A moment later, his hands pulled hers up to his chest and his went to her waist, resting just under her breasts. 
He pulled her closer so they were dancing more intimately, his leg moving between hers and his chest only inches away from her breasts. 
The feeling was thrilling and her fingers grew bolder, her palms flattening against the muscles, her fingers gently, subtly exploring the
firm
ridges under the shirt.  There was more muscle than she’d imagined.  It was rock hard, she realized, licking her lips as she watched the slow rise and fall of his chest, watching her fingers move.  One hand went back to his for
earm but it slid upwards, casually sliding underneath the fabric and exploring the hard muscles under his
rolled up
sleeve. 

Alea was fascinated.  She’d never felt so many muscles before and they were everywhere.  Most men
wore
clothes that covered up their lack of muscles.  This man probably wore clothes just to hide the fact t
h
at he had so much power underneath
the fabric
. 

She gasped when his hands moved slightly and looked up, shocked at how much her body wanted to feel that again.  He was looking down at her and she suddenly understood what the hardness was against her stomach.  She tried to pull away, but he gently pulled her closer and she didn’t want to pull away again
even though her mind was telling her to run as far and as fast as she possibly could
. 

Rashid almost groaned when she tried to pull away.  No way.  This tiny, delicate woman was
practically
making love to him on this damn dance floor and she was almost ready
to leave
.  He wondered if he would be able to slow down enough to get her to the door without s
caring the hell out of her.  On
the one hand, she seemed timid, as if she would fly away like a scared butterfly at the smallest movement.  But on the other hand, she touched him and he could see in her eyes that she wanted more.  One hand was now back on his chest and one finger slipped into his shirt, then darted quickly out, teasing him. 

He pushed the pain of his arousal into the back of his mind, using it to focus on the present, on the plan.  He slowed down, ignoring the need to toss her
over his shoulder and carry
her out of here.  He could probably have her
, warm, willing and passionate,
in the limousine but then she wouldn’t be as much a part of the experience as he needed her to be. 

The music slowed even more and the crowds became thicker.  He pulled her into his arms, settling her head against his chest just under his shoulder.  She certainly was a tiny thing, he thought as he protected her from the dancers around her that weren’t paying attention.  His hands ached to reach down and feel her bottom, cup the lobes in his hands but he resisted, knowing that he would have that pleasure by the end of the night, as well as many others. 

He danced her over to a corner where the lights of the dance floor didn’t penetrate.  With his shoulders, he shielded her from the other dancers, then bent down, gently touching her mouth with his.  He felt the tremor go through her body and pulled her closer, gently touching her lips again and again until he felt her resistance melt away.  It took much less persuasion than he was expecting.  She threw her arms around his neck, lifting her body so it was flush against his, kissing him with those incredible lips, the soft
little
moans and
passionate
sighs floating through his
consciousness
. 

After several minutes, he felt her hands in his hair, touching his neck and he pulled away.  “We have to get out of here,” he said, his voice hoarse, his eyes snapping fire as he looked around the club to determine the best exit strategy. 

“What?” Alea said, her eyes looking around. 
His words and his rough voice brought back a tiny sliver of reality.  Leave the club?  With a man?  Impossible! 
“No, I can’t,” she said and pulled away slightly. 

In response, Rashid gently pushed her back against the wall and took her lips with his, plundering the softness of her mouth as his hands held her head still. 
His leg slipped between hers, then lifted her up slightly, letting her feel how much he wanted her but also feeling the heat between her legs on his thigh.  He moved slightly, letting the friction sizzle through her body.  Small movements he knew would distract her completely. 
By the time he pulled away, she was shivering, her eyes still closed and her mouth open as she let the feelings rock her body. 

He didn’t wait around, simply took her hand in his and led her through the club.  Each time he felt her
pull back
, he stopped and turned around, pulling her into his arms and kissing her again, rendering her completely
speechless
and unable to resist for several more minutes. 

By the time he got her out into the cool, night air, the limousine was waiting for them.  He pulled her in behind him, right onto his lap
, his mouth covering hers once again
.  The door was closed by who knew and then they were off, speeding through downtown
London
toward
his penthouse that was less than ten minutes away. 

Alea’s mind could barely function except to acknowledge that she wanted this man.  Something in the back of her mind warned her that something was wrong, that what she was doing was wrong and dangerous, but she pushed that thought aside.  She’d never felt like this, wanting a man so completely that she actually hurt.  Her breasts were on fire, needing his touch and a strange sensation was pooling between her legs.  She’d heard of desire before, but never had she thought it could be this wild, this painful, this overwhelming even in her wildest imagination.  It was as if it were a physical force that was demanding a solution and she would go up in flames if he didn’t fix the problem. 

She felt the ground move beneath her but then he lifted her legs, her back was against something hard and his body was against the front of her. 
At no time did he allow her to think, to understand that they were in an elevator in a strange building. 
And then there was softness and he was leaning over her, his eyes bright and determined as he moved his mouth from hers, shifting downwards.  When his mouth covered her breast through the fabric of her cotton shirt, she cried out and arched her back.  Her fingers pulled at the fabric of his shirt while her body writhed beneath his.  And then the fabric was gone, her lace bra was dispensed with but in the morning, she’d have no recollection of how both had disappeared.  She was just glad that they were out of the way. 

When his mouth covered hers, his hand cupped her breast in the same instant and she groaned, needing something more, desperate to find it or die trying.  “Please,” she whispered, moving but not sure where to. 

“Please what?” he asked, his voice harsh as he pulled his own shirt over his head, then leaned down to cover her naked breasts with his muscular chest. 

“John!” she called out, even the touch of his chest against hers felt so good it was almost painful. 

“Tell me what you like.  Show me,” he said and covered her nipple with his mouth.

“Yes!” she cried out.  “That!  Just like that,” she said, wanting to push him off but then holding his head there to continue the torture. 
Everything was so new, so overwhelming she couldn’t think.  She could only react as if her body were a puppet and he held all the strings. 

“What else?” he asked, his mouth moving down over her satin skin.  “Tell me,” he said.

“I don’t know,” she gasped.  “Please, help me!”

He stood up and discarded the rest of his clothes, then pulled off her skirt and stockings.  When he was finished, he stood over her, looking his fill. 

Rashid watched with amazement as the woman on his bed writhed with the same amount of passion he was currently feeling but had under a tight bit of control.  But no more, he thought.  She was here, in his bed.  The beginnings of his plans falling into place. 

He came down on top of her and she instantly reached for his shoulders, hanging on to him as if her life, or sanity, depended on it.  He knew how she felt. 

His mouth moved down her body, tasting everywhere and each place he touched with either his hands or his mouth, she seemed to go higher.  It was the most erotic feeling he’d ever experienced.  And he wanted more.  No one had ever felt this good, he thought.  He was glad, since he intended for her to be in this position many times
in the future
.

Alea wanted to cry she was having so much pleasure.  And when his fingers touched the most private part of her, she almost broke into pieces.  She was able to keep it together until his fingers moved and his thumb touched her nub.  With that simple but amazing touch, her body simply went up in flames.  With her eyes squeezed closed, she dug her nails into his shoulders and cried out as wave after wave convulsed her body. 

When it was all over, she could barely breath
e
and her eyes were still squeezed so tightly, she wasn’t sure if she
could open them again.  But then
she felt his mouth on her stomach and the feelings started up again.