The Sheik's Sensuous Trap (9 page)

She was already shaking her head, both in fear and denial.  “I won’t do it!  And there’s nothing you can do to make me,” she said. 

Turning around, she almost ran into the restaurant, her mind furiously working to think of an escape plan.  She had only taken two steps before the breath was knocked out of her.  She found herself tossed over John’s…no Rashid’s…shoulder and carried unceremoniously out to a waiting limousine where the more obvious security detail was standing at attention.  He didn’t allow her feet to touch the pavement as he stepped into the dark car, then tossed her into the seat opposite him.  As soon as he was in, the door closed behind them and the car started moving. 

Alea furiously pushed her hair out of her eyes, her mind not even registering that the security guards were actually running along side the car until they were out of the parking lot, when they jumped, literally, into one of several black SUVs that were escorting them. 

“You bastard!  What are my friends going to think?  I had a job there!”

“A job that is completely out of the question,” he snapped. His eyes calmly watched her as she
furiously
put her clothes back to some semblance of order. 

When she felt somewhat put back together, she glared at him across the wide expanse of the limousine. 
“What do you want from me?”
He’d mentioned marriage but she knew the people of his country would never accept her as their queen.  Too much hostility had gone between their borders to simply push aside for a wedding. 

Rashid looked across at the furious beauty and was almost livid when his body reacted to her figure encased in the tight, bust enhancing bar maid’s costume.  The peasant blouse was low cut and the vest that cinched in her waist and ribs only enhanced her perfectly formed breasts, making his hands itch to feel their weight in his palms.  “At the moment, I would settle for seeing you out of that delectable outfit.”

Alea crossed her arms over her chest and looked back at him furiously.  “You embarrass me in front of my friends and coworkers and think you can turn on the charm?  I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” she stated firmly. 

Rashid leaned back, suddenly no longer angry.  He loved a challenge and she’d just tossed a big one at him.  “You t don’t think so?”

“No.  You’re a bastard,” she spat at him.  “And I never want to see you again.”

“Unfortunately, that is not going to happen now, is it?” he said smoothly, his forefinger rubbing his lower lip as his eyes darkened and he contemplated various
scenarios
to ease her anger
, or at least transform it into passion as his body had already done
. 
The result would be that both
of them ended up thoroughly satisfied
after a frustrating night of interviewing her friends and searching the countryside for her
.  “You’re a little tigress now, but I’ll bet I can get you to give me those soft little sighs, purring like a kitten in…” he glanced down at his watch, then back at her angry features, “less than ten minutes.”

Alea rolled her eyes.  “Don’t even try it,” she snapped.  “You’re the enemy that my country has been fighting for years.  Now that I know who you are, I don’t want you touching me!”

Rashid smiled and Alea’s mind thought of a wolf.  “I accept your terms,” he replied.

Alea crossed her legs and arms, staring belligerently back at him. 

“You don’t think I can do it?” he asked, but it was more of a statement than a question.  He chuckled when she raised her eyebrow.  “All I have to do is remind you of three nights ago.  You were wonderful, Alea.  And I love your body,” he said, his eyes moving down to watch her breasts, laughing softly when he saw the nipples harden through the soft material.  “You like it when I touch them, don’t you?  With my hands, or my mouth.  Which is better?  I didn’t get your shirt off that evening so you might not remember the previous night together.  Do you like my tongue against the sensitive flesh?  Or my teeth?”

His voice was liquid heat and the rigidity immediately left her as her mind took over, her imagination returning to that night when he’d pinched her swollen flesh, only to have his hands move lower.  “Stop it,” she said, already the heat was pooling between her thighs.  It was embarrassing and she pressed her legs
together
more tightly. 

“Don’t do that,” he said, his eyes moving downwards.

“Do what?” she whispered then cleared her throat and asked him with slightly more confidence.  He couldn’t know what was happening to her, could he?  He can’t read her mind.

“Don’t ignore the feelings our attraction produce
s
within you.  You’re blood is already pounding through your veins, causing your thighs to quiver and the heat to pool around your…”

“Stop it,” she said, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the leather back.  “Stop it,” she pleaded.

“Put your hands down, Alea,” he ordered. 

Alea resisted, shaking her head.  “Remember what happened three nights ago, when you denied me?”

Her head snapped back up and her blood fired more at the memory.  “No!”

“You like that, don’t you?” he said, his chuckle coming from deep in his chest.  “You like feeling soft and feminine while I take charge, don’t you?”

“No!” she denied
heatedly, but her body was already heating up with his words. 
 

Rashid tapped his finger against the side of his nose as he contemplated her tightly strained body.  “Yes.  You want to be strong and powerful outside the bedroom.  You like your independence and don’t want to be married
for fear of losing control to your husband
.  I understand that
, especially in our culture
,” he said softly.  “But in the bedroom, you like me taking charge.  You like being soft and vulnerable.”

Alea frantically shook her head, trying to deny it both to herself as well as him. 
“No.  I don’t.  I want equality.  I don’t think like that.”

Rashid smiled.  “It’s okay to like it, Alea.  Release your arms,” he ordered firmly.

When she hesitated, he raised one eyebrow.  “Let go,” he demanded this time, rubbing his finger along his lip.  “And uncross your legs.”

Alea was no longer able to deny him.  She wanted him.  How could he understand her more than she understood herself
?
  She unfolded her arms and uncrossed her legs, her worried eyes looking up at him. 

“Unbutton the top,” he said, his voice hard and unyielding.  “I want to see you,” he said and smiled as she complied.  “Good.  Now raise your skirt so I can see your legs.”

Again, she complied
with shivering hands
and looked back at him, her body almost vibrating with her need now.  She was desperate, aching for his touch. 

“Take off your underwear,” he ordered next.

A shiver of excitement raced through her but she still tried to pull away, deny him anything. 
“No, Rashid, please,” she closed her eyes.

“I’ll do it then,” he said and reached gently under her skirt, his fingers slowly moving her legs wider, his fingers lightly touching her inner thighs.  When his fingers grazed her body, she gasped and closed her eyes.  “Open your eyes,” he commanded.  As soon as she did so, she heard the fabric tear as Rashid ripped the lace of her underwear, pushing it into his jacket pocket. 

“Come here,” he said and held out his hand for her.  It wasn’t all the way.  She would have to move toward him to obey.  Should she?  Biting her lip, she looked down at his hips.  She could see the force of his feelings through the slacks he was wearing.  That only turned her on more.  Accepting that she was unable to ignore her need, she reached out and accepted his hand, her small one being absorbed into the warmth of his large, strong grip. 

He pulled her forward gently so she landed on his
lap
.  And just as she had the other night, she was straddling his hips, feeling incredibly vulnerable since her underwear was torn to shreds and her breasts were hanging out of her shirt while he was still completely clothed.  “Bring your breast to me,” He said, his eyes hot with his own need as he gave her the next order. 

When she didn’t move fast enough, he pulled her closer and took the already erect nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, drawing a cry from her as her head fell backwards, her back arching to give him more.  

Alea couldn’t take much more.  “We can’t do this in the car,” she gasped as he took the other nipple in his mouth, his teeth scraping the painfully aroused flesh.  “John!”

“Rashid,” he growled, pulling her head
forward
for a kiss.  “Say my name,” he ordered, his mouth hovering over hers. 

“Rashid,” she said quickly, her mouth needing the contact, her hips wiggling over his, begging without words for the release he could give her. 

“Yes, we can do it here!” he said and adjusted his clothes so he was suddenly free.  With his strong hands, he lifted her up and entered her smoothly, his teeth clenching as her soft flesh enclosed his hardness.  “You feel so good!”

Their release was almost simultaneous and Alea could barely think as his mouth covered hers, accepting her cries of delight into his mouth. 

When they finally came down to earth, Alea looked around.  They were traveling down a busy highway in the middle of
England
with armed guards in the front seat, behind them and probably in front of them. 

She heard him curse under his breath as he too started to realize where they were.  “I would like to point out that I won that challenge,” he said softly, his lips nuzzling her neck. 

“Oh!” Alea cried and pulled away, glad when he didn’t stop her.  She quickly rearranged her clothing and sat primly on the other side of the car, glaring at him as she finished buttoning up her shirt.  “I can’t believe you did that.”

Since he only had to zip his slacks and straighten his tie, Rashid had time to watch her and almost cursed again as his body started to harden
in response
.  He didn’t understand what it was about this woman but he’d never lost control before.  Women had suggested sex in the back of a limousine to him often but he’d never taken them up on the offer, preferring the
comfort
and privacy of a bedroom, not to mention the convenience of a bed.  But here he was, completely sated after this tiny slip of a woman had tossed out the challenge to him. 

He smiled in amusement as she smoothed the cheap fabric of her skirt over her knees, primly closing her legs when she realized that she had no underwear.  “Sorry,” he said when he noticed her inconvenience.

Her response was to glare at him.  “No you’re not,” she countered, watching the smile of satisfaction spread over his features. 

Rashid had to laugh.  “You’re right.  Remember not to challenge me in the future and all will be well.”

“Don’t worry
,”
she snapped back at him.

A moment later, the parade of cars pulled up to a small airport.  Alea gritted her teeth and held her skirt down as she was instructed to climb into the helicopter.  The small craft carried them the rest of the way to
London
.

“What next?” she asked, standing with her hands on her hips in the middle of his luxurious penthouse living room.  “Going to handcuff me to the closet while you phone my father and demand some exorbitant
ransom
?”

Rashid’s response was to toss back his head and laugh.  Walking closer, he gently rubbed his knuckles along her blushing cheek.  “Is that what you think is going to happen?” he asked.

“What else could it be?”

“First, we’ll get you properly dressed.”

That perked her up.  “We’re going shopping?” she asked.  There were many places she could escape in a busy shopping district.  Even the most exclusive boutiques had possibilities.  “That sounds like fun,” she said, her eyes brightening.