“Please, no!” she thought and curled up tighter. “No no no!” She was rocking herself now, tears streaming down her cheeks and she prayed that it wasn’t so. “I can’t be pregnant,” she whispered. “How is it possible?”
“We were together three weeks ago. If you can tell the doctor the date of your last period, he can move on from there.”
“No. You sleep around! You don’t want to have a baby with me.” She was crying now and Rashid pulled her back into his arms. He signaled to the doctor to leave them alone and both the doctor and his guards left the room quietly. “Please, can I just go to sleep?” she asked, sniffling weakly.
“Yes,” he sighed and lifted her up, carrying her into his bedroom.
“Where am I?” she asked as he slipped her shoes off. She still couldn’t move because her stomach rebelled at any kind of movement.
“You’re in a bed. Just relax. The bathroom is to your right if you start to feel bad again.” He slid his hands up her legs, almost groaning with the sharp stab of lust when he found she was wearing thigh high stockings. He peeled them down off her legs, leaving her skirt on but slipping the jacket off of her arms.
Sidra didn’t want to argue. She just wanted to sleep and pray that she would feel better soon. She curled up onto her side and was instantly asleep. She wasn’t even aware of the strong arms that wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against a muscular chest as she sighed with sleep. “Rashid,” she sighed happily.
“Yes. It’s me. Not that other idiot so don’t you forget it.”
She snuggled up closer to him and Rashid gritted his teeth as her round bottom pressed against his erection. “Never anyone but you. Always you.”
Rashid’s muscles tensed and he wondered if she knew what she was saying. “What about the other guy?” he asked softly, testing to see if she would respond.
“Only you,” she whispered and if he hadn’t been waiting for it, he might have missed her words.
He smiled into the darkness and pulled her closer, careful not to put any pressure on her stomach. The woman hadn’t betrayed him, he thought with a satisfaction that was more potent than anything he’d experienced in a long time. Three weeks, actually.
Chapter 7
Sidra opened her eyes but there wasn’t any light. She had no point of reference and she was so hot she could barely stand the heat. She tried to throw off the blanket, but it came right back to her and she felt smothered.
Turning around, she realized that it was Rashid who was wrapped around her. And not only him, but her legs were tangled up in his as well.
Her heart started pounding and she stayed very still. Was her stomach going to rebel? She tested some movement and miraculously, she actually felt fine. Better than fine, in fact. She felt marvelous!
And then she realized that Rashid was naked!
Those ‘fine’ feelings instantly dissipated as desire streaked through her body. All that body heat was not to be ignored. She moved more, trying to loosen his arms, but the more she moved, the more tangled they became. And the more intense those feelings of need increased, of craving his body.
She untangled herself carefully from him, trying very hard not to wake him up. But if she stayed like this much longer, she wasn’t sure she could resist touching him the way she had that morning.
After several starts and stops when he moved and she was afraid he was going to wake up, Sidra finally freed herself from him and the bed. She made her way to the bathroom, grateful for the dim light that he’d left on. Probably because he didn’t want her throwing up in his bed.
But she felt incredibly good right now, although she needed a toothbrush. The gross feeling on her teeth was making her stomach not feel very good again.
She searched through the drawers and found several packaged tooth brushes. She didn’t dwell too long on the fact that the man stored spare tooth brushes in his bathroom because she’d just get angry and she was too tired of being angry with this man.
Sidra quickly brushed her teeth, then ran her fingers through her hair. The silk shirt and wool suit were toast, she thought as she looked at her appearance in the mirror. And she had no clue where her shoes or stockings had landed. She didn’t mind finding a new room in bare feet, as long as she wasn’t caught by….
She caught his reflection in the mirror and swung around, her eyes automatically taking in his magnificent naked body. The man was all muscle and…well, mostly muscle. And that incredible erection where her eyes watched it grow.
“What are you doing?” she gasped as he stood there looking at her.
“Coming to check on you. How are you feeling?” he asked casually, as if he weren’t just standing there naked in front of her, his arousal growing as plain as day.
“I’d feel much better if you would put some clothes on!” she squeaked out, then looked away and tried to pretend she hadn’t seen anything.
He chuckled softly but grabbed a towel, putting it around his waist for her benefit. “Is this better?” he asked and walked towards her, stopping when he was less than a foot away.
Sidra looked down and noticed the terry cloth was covering him, but it left nothing to the imagination because his erection was still there for her to see, even if she couldn’t see the details of the actual flesh. “Fine. I just need to go,” she said with a strangled voice. “I’ll find my way to my room.”
“You’re staying here,” he countered and moved closer. With a swift movement, he swung her up into his arms and she had no choice but to grab onto his neck and hold on while he carried her back to his bed.
“What are you doing?” she demanded when he laid her down in the center of the bed.
“Right at the moment, I’m putting you back in bed. But in about two seconds, I’m going to make love to you since you appear to be feeling better.”
“No!” she gasped and tried to roll away, but he caught her and pulled her back.
“There’s no getting out of this,” he replied. “You talk in your sleep, by the way,” he said and covered her mouth with his, preventing her from asking him what she might have revealed.
His hands didn’t stop touching her until all of her clothes were gone. It probably would have been better for her case if she hadn’t helped him pull her clothes off. But within seconds of him kissing her, all she wanted was more of this man. More of his touch and helping him get her clothes off so she could feel him was imperative. She couldn’t believe how effective he was at dispensing with female clothing but when he covered her naked body with his, she didn’t protest any longer. She’d dreamed about this so many times over the past several weeks and with him here, his legs pressing between hers, she couldn’t fight it any longer.