The Sheik's Virgin Lover (The Sisterhood) (13 page)

No, this decision was much more deliberate. It had been more than three months of being with him, of learning about him and laughing with him. Sure, there was always the sexual tension, that never left. But sharing a suite with him each time she traveled had shown her sides of him she’d never suspected existed. There was a tender, sensitive side to the man that really shocked and touched her. She liked that he brought her flowers, even if it was only one bloom. She liked that he was thoughtful about things she might need and Emma wished there was some way she could do that for him. He had more resources at his disposal, but that just meant he hadn’t ever experienced the small things in life. She smiled as she remembered making ice cream sundaes with him in Paris. He’d been like a little boy as he’d scooped his own ice cream and slathered on the whip cream. Even the suggestion that they use the whip cream in a more “appropriate” way had made her laugh. He’d been quite serious, but when she shook her head, he accepted her no.

Her bags were packed, her ticket in hand and her decision made.

On the flight across the ocean, she worried about her decision, wondering if there was an alternative. But every time she considered something else, it only came back to the fact that she wanted to feel what she and Dharran could share with each other.

The driver was waiting as expected when she exited the international flights area and cleared customs. Smiling at the man standing with her name on a placard, she allowed him to carry her luggage through the airport to the waiting limousine.

Inside the luxurious car, she stared unseeingly at the countryside, then the city and, when the rain started to drizzle down, her eyes didn’t even notice.

The driver pulled right up to one more elegant hotel, jumping out to hold her door for her while another person moved immediately to the trunk of the limousine to get her luggage. During the entire check in process, her hands shook and her body trembled with the knowledge that Dharran was probably already in whatever fabulous suite he’d booked for them this time. Only she knew that they’d only be using one of the rooms this trip.

But when the door was unlocked and she was led into the gorgeous blue and gold two bedroom suite, Dharran was not there waiting for her.

With intense nervousness, she tipped the bellboy and closed the door softly, wondering if he’d given up on her. Was he not going to show this time around? Had he taken too much sexual frustration from her to deal with one more trip? Wouldn’t it be ironic that the time she’d finally decided to stop fighting this attraction between them was the time he finally gave up on them?

She checked her e-mail through her cell phone and, sure enough, there was a message from Dharran’s assistant letting her know that he would be running later than expected. With a smile of anticipation, she walked into the bedroom to find her suitcase and unpacked her clothes herself, not wanting the maid service to find the clothes she’d packed this time. It was embarrassing enough to know they always saw her boring cotton underwear, but if they saw this stuff, the lacy under things that had made a significant dent in her checking account, she would blush for the next ten years. There was only one reason people brought this kind of underwear on a trip and their assumptions would be right on the money.

She pulled off her jacket and clothes, tossing them onto the bed while she quickly showered, then pulled on the lacy white and pink matching bra and underwear. She considered adding the garter belt and stockings, but since she wasn’t exactly sure how to wear them, she left them off this time around. There was a matching robe she’d also purchased and she considered leaving it off, but in the end, it offered her a slight bit of additional coverage and, since she wasn’t particularly brave right at the moment, pulled it on even though it barely offered her any coverage at all since it was almost completely transparent as well as the under things.

Adding a touch more powder, darkening her eyes with more smoky liner and touching up her lipstick, Emma stared at her reflection in the mirror. Yes, she thought with both excitement and a tingle of fear, he would definitely understand the message she was trying to convey with this outfit.

Fluffing her hair up a bit more, she stepped out into the gorgeous living room and waited while sipping a glass of wine which she was hoping would give her a bit of calm and courage.

Less than ten minutes later, she heard the elevator ping indicating that someone was on their way up to the suite. Since Dharran never allowed anyone else in his private living area, she knew that it would be him and her heart fluttered violently as she stood up, carefully placing the glass of wine on the table in front of her.

Sure enough, the elevator doors opened and Dharran walked in. Powerful, dynamic and amazingly exciting…and not alone!

Two of his security guards were right behind him, discussing some issue in Arabic which she couldn’t understand. Emma thought frantically, wondering where she could hide, what she could do so she wouldn’t be caught standing here, nearly naked with two men she didn’t know seeing her in all her glory!

Dharran glanced up right at that moment and saw her. Within a fraction of a second, he noted her transparent outfit as well as her hands which were clutching the robe ineffectually in front of her.

He spun around, pushing both of his security guards out of the door, neither of them understanding the issue, but upon hearing the command, “Get out!” with absolute authority in his voice, they moved out of the area, the elevator doors quickly closing them out of Emma’s view.

Dharran then turned back to the living room, his startled eyes looking across the room, taking in her alarm as well as the very alluring outfit. The tension in the room changed dramatically and Emma swallowed.

“This was a mistake,” she finally got out and was about to turn around and race back to the bedroom to hide.

“Stay where you are,” he growled, again with that voice that would brook no argument.

Emma stopped and turned back to him, willing her hands to move away from the neckline of her robe, wishing she could confidently stand there and allow him to look at her, but her whole plan was now in ruins. “I shouldn’t have done this,” she whispered and looked down at the floor, one hand moving from her robe to the back of a wing back chair to steady herself as the tears of humiliation teetered on the edge of her eye lashes.

Dharran saw the emotions and moved over to where she was standing. His hand was gentle as he wiped the tear away, then pulled her into his arms. His mouth was hot and hungry as he covered hers with his own, his tongue invading, demanding submission as his arms pulled her hands away from the chair and her robe, guiding them up his chest so they were now clinging to his shoulders.

“This could never be a mistake!” he contradicted as he pulled her against him, his hands skimming over her back, reassuring her in the only way he knew how. “Please, do this every time we meet,” he groaned and lifted her up into his arms.

Emma was so grateful that he took charge, and he said all the right things to make her feel that this was good and right. With her arms around his neck, she let him carry her into his bedroom and lay her down on the covers.

He whipped off his jacket and tie, tossing them behind him carelessly as he looked at her on the bed.

She started to cover herself with her hands but he simply shook his head, telling her silently not to do it. “It’s taken me too long to get to this point,” he rasped out as he tore his shirt off. “I’m going to enjoy you thoroughly.”

Those words, spoken without eloquence, without anything but the raw need seeping into his tone, halted her hands. The look in his eyes made her proud, amazed that he would want her so badly. It was there, plain for her to see, as he put one knee on the mattress beside her and both fists beside her head, leaning over her, his eyes taking in everything, darkening from ice blue to something warmer as he looked down at her breasts, her stomach, her thighs and the absolute core of her, none of which were hidden because of the sheerness of the lace covering her body.

With one hand he reached up and pulled the sash of her robe open, then the sides of her robe. Without moving anything other than his head, he reached down and took her nipple in his mouth, laving the tender skin with both his teeth and his tongue, creating a gasp from her as she arched into his mouth, her hands reaching up to his head, pulling him down closer to her.

When he lifted his head, she shook her own. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her knees bending and her body moving towards him, needing more touch.

“I don’t intend to,” he said, his voice husky and intimate as his mouth moved to the other breast, taking the peak into his mouth and giving it the same pleasure as the other one. His mouth moved to her neck, her ear lobe and finally settled on her mouth, his tongue demanding entrance and when she allowed it, he pulled her close, their bodies touching from shoulder to knee as he pulled her leg around his hip, settling his erection close, so close to where her heat was centered in her body.

The noises she made were moans or sighs of pleasure as his hands touched, his mouth nipped and licked, her body arched and her hands reached out for him, the only steady thing in her world right now as his hand easily discarded her bra before his hands molded her breasts, massaging them before taking them into his mouth once again, increasing the pressure.

His hand moved down her body, touching, exploring and intensifying her pleasure as he found new spots on her body that excited her. She tried to touch him but he shook his head and continued his journey downward. Since she could barely think, she didn’t argue with him, especially since his fingers were trailing pathways of fire along her thighs, making her ache deep inside her body.

“Open up for me, Emma. Please,” he said and his voice made her eyes open. What she saw melted her heart. Dharran was looking down at her, his forehead dappled with sweat as he tried to control his own desire to make it better for her. She looked up at him questioningly, not sure what he wanted. But when his fingers moved closer to that aching part of her, she finally understood and tried to hide the blush that started to creep up her neck to her cheeks.

“Don’t hide from me, Emma. Show me who you are. Show me everything. I want to know everything about you,” he said and moved on top of her, his muscular arms holding him above her while his mouth trailed kissed and teasing bites down her body, her neck, her breasts, her stomach until he reached her thighs and Emma took a deep breath and opened for him, closing her eyes and bracing herself for what he wanted to do to her.

But nothing could prepare her for that moment when his mouth covered her core. Her fingers dove into his short hair and for a long moment, she wasn’t sure if she wanted him to stop or continue. But when his tongue flicked at her nub, then sucked at the same time his finger dove into her, her legs widened, giving him better access as she threw her head back with the heat that tore through her. And within moments, she was breaking apart, splintering as her orgasm exploded within her.

Dharran didn’t give her time to come down from that mind-blowing experience before he moved back up her body. Taking her into his arms, he positioned himself at her entrance, waiting until her eyes opened up and he could watch her as he entered her, slowly moving into her body, inch by inch, watching her face as he stretched her to accommodate his size.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned and moved slightly, causing Emma to gasp and arch once again, her nails on his skin were like a tigress and he enjoyed watching as much as feeling her reaction to the culmination of so many weeks of waiting, of anticipation.

When he came to the barrier, he didn’t understand it. Pushing against the restraint, he felt her cringe as the barrier was broken. And when he realized what he’d done, what he’d done to her, he wasn’t sure exactly what he was feeling. Exultant was his first thought, then anger that she hadn’t told him she was a virgin, and then back to the intense pleasure that no other man had ever shared this experience with her.

He stopped and was absolutely still while he watched her face, praying that the pain would subside and he could continue. When her legs pulled up and she opened her eyes, smiling at him as if she were some sort of seductress, which, in this case she was, he groaned and he couldn’t have held still for another moment if both their lives depended on it.

Moving slowly, he took her with him, moving inside her and showing her exactly how amazing this could be when they shared it together, then bringing her over the crest and watching her splinter again into a million pieces, absorbing her orgasm and letting it bring him over the edge with her.

Afterwards, he pulled her into his arms and held her until their racing hearts slowed down again. Pinning her against his side, he stared up at the ceiling, trying to understand what he was feeling.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dharran asked, his hand skimming down her shoulder as he held her against his side. “We must marry now.”

Emma wasn’t sure what to say…too stunned by his question and much more so by his demand. It wasn’t a true proposal, just his machismo guilt rearing its ugly head over her virginity. Explaining that she was a virgin wasn’t something she announced to many people. Only Claire and Darcy had known that little fact simply because both of them were also in that state. They’d discussed their dates during college and all three had admitted to not being interested in taking that step with the guys they had met so far.