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СКАЧАТЬ was that magical glitter in her green eyes, that sweet and easy smile. She looked tired. She looked hard.

      She looked like a woman who had seen too much, rather than one just starting out into the world.

      Had he caused that? Or had something happened to her after she’d left Texas? He didn’t like to think it had been either of those things.

      Back then he had been doing just what she’d said: capitalizing on an opportunity. But he had liked her. He had treated her well. He’d certainly never meant to hurt her.

      He had paid, though; he had paid dividends since she’d walked out of his life. In ways he could not begin to explain.

      Just one of the many things affected had been his sex drive. He’d had no desire for a woman, for sex at all, since she’d left. And now that she was here, that had changed. It had changed drastically.

      Desire didn’t feel like he remembered. Had it always made him feel like he was standing on the edge of a cliff? Had it always stolen his breath and made his body tremble? He didn’t think it had. But it was now. He felt perilously close to losing his balance. To losing himself.

      “Then that is what I am to you,” he said, “an opportunity?”

      “An opportunity was all I was to you, sugar.” She’d called him that back in Texas. It had sounded sweet then. An endearment. Silly but it had done something to him. Now it seemed more of an insult.

      “I am not interested in banter, or arguments,” he said. “If you want me, come here and show me.”

      It was not his way to have a woman make the first move. It never had been. But he had to give the power to Angelina now, mostly because he stood powerless before her. What had happened in the space of the past half hour?

      Taj Ahmad, Sheikh of Rahat, ruler of many, transfixed, controlled, by a woman.

      But the revelation didn’t bring the power to prevent it. He had no strength to stop what was unfolding. And no desire to stop it, either.

      She took a step toward him, her eyes darkening, the emotion in them unknowable to him. And for once, he was grateful to be ignorant of something.

      “This time,” she said, “you have to kiss me.”

      If he did, he would be the one laying down his hand. The one giving in. He did not give in. It wasn’t in him.

      At the moment, his body seemed to disagree. Because he was moving to her. And then he took her in his arms. He relished the feeling for a moment, the sensation of having her breasts pressed against his chest, of her softness. Her strength.

      It was little wonder no woman had managed to appeal to him since Angelina. She was like no other woman, and his desire for her had remained piqued but unsatisfied since he’d met her.

      He needed satisfaction. He needed to have her. In his arms. In his bed, or her bed, so that he could move on.

      Resisting wasn’t an option. It wasn’t a possibility.

      He was lost, in her kiss, her touch. He pushed his hand beneath her shirt and felt her smooth, creamy skin. He pulled his hand away, as though he’d been burned. He felt like he had been. Down to his soul. He couldn’t explain it. Didn’t want to.

      Not when she was arching against him, whispering words of encouragement, her hands moving over his back.

      He looked at her face and saw her eyes, closed tight, as though she was afraid to open them.

      “Look at me,” he growled. Her eyes opened wide. “I would have you know who you’re with.”

      She looked confused. Dazed. “How could you be anyone else?”

      With a groan, he claimed her lips again, walking her back to the opulent bed that was in the corner. He laid her down on the soft duvet, and peeled her shirt over her head, revealing snow-white breasts barely covered by a thin web of a lace that was trying to pass for a bra.

      His hand shook as he traced the line of the bra with his fingertip. Had a woman ever made him shake before? He did not think so.

      For a moment, he feared it would it be over too quickly. A fear he had never experienced in his life. But three years without sex was a long time. And now that he was breaking his fast, it was with the object of his fantasies.

      She worked at removing his clothes, while she divested him of his. When his skin finally met hers, he exhaled a breath. One he thought he might have been holding since she walked out of his life.

      It was like everything fit. Finally.

      He lavished attention on her strawberry tipped breasts, her sighs of pleasure and the feel of her arching against him almost more than he could handle. He gritted his teeth and tried to call on all of his focus. Focus, single-mindedness, he was renowned for those things. Trained up to be a leader, a man with the power to rule a nation.

      And yet, with her, he found he did not have the control of a king. He barely had the control of a teenage boy faced with a naked woman for the first time.

      She parted her thighs and he settled between them. He paused for a moment and looked down at her face. Her eyes were on him, open, as he had commanded. She put her hands on his face and stroked him lightly. A shudder moved through him, and he realized that he was not the one in control.

      Not in the least.

      “Please,” she whispered against his lips.

      He pressed against the entrance of her body, easing in slowly. Her face tensed, a small sound of pain, deep in her throat, stopping him short.

      She shook her head. “It’s okay.” She slid her hands down to his buttocks and urged him on.

      Being inside her, fully inside her, was more than he had fantasized about. It went beyond any experience, real or imagined.

      She moved against him, meeting his thrusts, pressing kisses to his neck, pushing him higher, faster. But he needed to ensure that she found her pleasure. He had to. Somehow that directive pierced through the fog of his arousal.

      He wrapped his fingers around her thigh and draped his over hers, opening her to him. Then he placed his other hand at her breast, teasing her nipple, drawing it tighter. A short sound of pleasure escaped her lips and he continued on, teasing her, tormenting her. Teasing and tormenting himself.

      Then she froze beneath him, arching into him, her internal muscles tightening around him as she embraced her orgasm.

      He released his control, his blood roaring in his ears as he ran toward the wave that had been ebbing toward him from the moment he set eyes on Angelina in the ballroom. It overwhelmed him, swallowing him, his mind blank as he emptied himself into her body, his limbs shaking, his heart raging.

      Afterward he lay with her. Replete. More so than he had ever been in his life.

      And then he did something he had never done with a lover. He pulled her into his arms and fell asleep.

      When he woke up, it was light outside. And the bed was cold. He rolled over and put his hand where Angelina should have been. СКАЧАТЬ