Claimed by the Desert Sheikh: The Sheikh and the Pregnant Bride / Desert King, Pregnant Mistress / Desert Prince, Expectant Mother. Susan Stephens

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СКАЧАТЬ his feelings. He was intrigued by her. Impressed. Aroused. But not surprised.

      “The king likes you, as well,” he said.

      She pulled a rag from her back pocket and wiped her hands. “Okay, that one I don’t know how to deal with.”

      “You should be pleased.”

      “Why? Wouldn’t it be better if he didn’t like me? We’re going to break up. I don’t want him mad at me when that happens.”

      Qadir smiled. “Fear not. I will keep him from locking you away when you break my heart.”

      “How comforting.”

      “You did very well at the theater. Our next event will be to have dinner with As’ad and Kayleen. That will be easier.”

      “Maybe for you,” Maggie said with a sigh. “I’m not so sure. I only had to talk to the king for a couple of minutes. Dinner is a lot longer. They’re going to ask questions like where we met.”

      “We met here,” he reminded her.

      “Oh. Right. Well, they’ll want to know other stuff. Like what we see in each other.”

      A question he could easily answer, he thought as he watched her walk around the engine. Maggie was bright and funny and she spoke her mind. She was also a fascinating combination of competent and sexy. Like now. The coveralls hid everything, which only made him want to see and touch all that they concealed.

      “My brother and his fiancée are within weeks of their wedding,” he told her. “They have adopted three young girls. If the conversation turns too personal, ask about some detail in the planning or how the children are doing. I am confident that you’ll be just fine.”

      “Wish I were.” She walked over to the car and ran her hands along the side. “This I understand. This makes sense to me. Where art meets function. Couldn’t I just stay here and work on the car?”

      He crossed to her and touched her face. Her skin was soft, her eyes wide, her mouth … tempting.

      “Do you wish to be released from our arrangement?” he asked, wanting her with a power that left him hungry and restless.

      Her pupils dilated. “No. I just want to whine about it.”

      As always, she made him smile. “Then I will ignore your complaints.”

      “Fair enough.”

      “I must return to my office.”

      The need to kiss her was strong, but he resisted. He’d hired Maggie to convince his father he was involved. He would not take advantage of the situation, no matter how much she tempted him.

      He left the garage and walked toward the palace. Halfway through the garden he realized he had not told Maggie what time they were to meet for dinner.

      He retraced his steps. She wasn’t in the garage, so he crossed to her office. The door was closed. He opened it without knocking and walked inside only to find Maggie changing her clothes.

      She stood in the center of the room, her back to him. As he watched, the coveralls fell to the floor and she stepped out of them.

      She’d already removed her boots, so she wore nothing but socks, tiny panties and a T-shirt.

      Everything he’d been taught told him to retreat, to give her the privacy she expected and deserved. The blood of the desert that still pounded through his veins demanded that he take this beautiful, alluring woman.

      He couldn’t seem to look away from her long legs, the curve of her hip, the way she moved as she bent down to pick up the coveralls. She turned slightly, saw him and jumped.

      Maggie was pretty sure she didn’t scream, which was good because she hardly needed one more embarrassing moment where Qadir was concerned. Then she remembered she was kind of undressed and felt herself flush anyway.

      “I … forgot to tell you what time we would meet for our dinner,” he said.

      “Isn’t it seven? That’s what my schedule says.”

      “Ah, yes. Seven.”

      She stood awkwardly, sort of holding the coveralls in front of her body, even as she tried to convince herself that panties and a T-shirt were more clothing than she wore to the beach. Only they weren’t at the beach and she’d been undressing.

      “I didn’t mean to intrude,” he said. “My apologies.”

      She appreciated the words, even as she noticed he wasn’t leaving. That should have annoyed her. But there was something in the way Qadir looked at her that made her feel all shaky inside.

      “Maggie.” He crossed to her in three long strides. “Send me away and I will go.”

      His gaze was intense, as was his touch when he held her by her upper arms.

      Sparks arced between them. She could practically see them as they singed her skin. Need grew until it devoured every part of her.

      She didn’t understand what it was about this man that made her react the way she did. Cosmic humor? Chemistry? Hormones? She didn’t know and she wasn’t sure she cared. She only knew that when she was close to Qadir, touching him, being touched, she felt more alive than she ever had in her life.

      She dropped the coveralls. “That won’t be necessary,” she whispered.

      He pulled her toward him with a force that caused her to lose her balance. Not that it mattered. She knew if she fell, he would catch her, just as he caught her now, pulling her against him, claiming her with a hot, wild kiss that threatened to steal her soul.

      She leaned against him, her curves flattening against his hard chest, wrapped her arms around his neck and gave herself over to the kiss. She met him stroke for stroke. As he explored, she tightened her lips around his tongue and sucked. He stiffened.

      Pleasure filled her, along with the confidence of knowing she wasn’t the only one in danger of getting lost in the moment.

      He dropped his hands to her hips then around to her rear, squeezing the curves, causing her to surge against him.

      Her belly nestled against his arousal, hard, thick proof of what she did to him. Feeling it made her insides melt. She felt herself swelling in anticipation.

      He ran his hands up and down her back before slipping one around her rib cage then up her T-shirt to her breast. Even through the layers of fabric, he found her nipple, tight and hard. He teased the sensitive point, rubbing it, circling, then brushing it with the palm of his hand.

      At the same time he broke the kiss, only to nibble his way along her jaw.

      He moved his free hand to her other breast. His touch was exquisite. Powerful need made her tremble. She wanted everything right that second. She wanted him.

      He stepped back far enough to pull off her T-shirt. She quickly undid her bra and tossed it aside. Then his hands were on her bare skin.

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