Her eyes got bigger and bigger. He moved closer but didn’t touch her.
“Besides, there are other pleasures,” he told her. “Tonight I enjoyed watching you try on different clothes. I imagined where we would be when you wore them.
What we would be doing. Dancing in the ball gown. On the beach with you in shorts.”
She stared at him. “The nightgown?” she asked, barely breathing.
“In my bed.”
“Is that something you like thinking about?”
“Yes. It makes me want you more.”
He reached for her hand and brought it to him. He guided her until her palm pressed against his erection. He kept his touch light, in case she wanted to pull away. Instead she rubbed against the length of him, discovering his hardness.
“All this from thinking about us being together?” she asked.
He nodded.
“What would happen if we kissed?”
Chapter 5
Kiley hadn’t meant to kiss Rafiq, but there she was, up on tiptoe, pressing her mouth against his. Something had come over her and she’d given in to the urge.
Fortunately, he didn’t seem to mind. He kissed her back, moving his mouth against hers.
She put her hands on his shoulders and felt the strength of him. So solid, she thought. So masculine. There was power there, which he kept under careful control. What would happen if he truly let go? Would she be overwhelmed? Swept away? Both thoughts thrilled her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him. He brushed his tongue against her bottom lip as he rested his hands on the small of her back. More, she thought as she parted for him. She wanted more.
Every part of her ached. An unfamiliar wanting made her skin feel too tight.
Heat flared within her, moving without purpose, leaving her edgy and impatient.
She circled his tongue with hers, then pressed her lips together and sucked. He tensed in her arms, then nipped at her lower lip.
Was he still hard? she wondered, not exactly sure how to find out. She wanted to press her hips against his, rub with her belly to feel for the thick ridge, but the action seemed too obvious and tacky. Still, touching him had been exciting.
To think he could react like that without them doing anything thrilled her. She wanted more. She wanted…
He moved his hands to her waist where he tugged gently on her blouse. The cotton pulled free of the waistband of her skirt. As they continued to kiss, he slid his hands under the fabric until he touched her bare skin.
Excitement filled her. Even as he pulled back enough to kiss his way along her jaw, he slipped his hand around to her waist, then slowly, ever so slowly, up her rib cage.
Yes, she thought, letting her head fall back. He kissed her neck, then nipped her earlobe, and still his hands rose. His fingers moved, his palms brushed.
Closer and closer to her br**sts. Her body tensed, her ni**les tightened so much they ached. He had to touch her. He had to.
And at last he did. He slipped his hands over her bra and cupped her.
It felt good. Better than good. Without thinking, she reached down and began to unbutton her blouse. Her hands brushed against his and she froze as she realized what she was doing. The mood faded and uncertainty set in. She dropped her arms to her sides, opened her eyes and found him watching her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, not sure what she apologized for.
“Because you were enjoying what I was doing? Because you wanted more?” He reached for her hand and drew her close again. “I would be unhappy if you hadn’t liked my caress. It pleases me to touch you. I want it to please you, as well.”
He put her hand on his chest. “Do you like that?”
She rubbed her fingers against his hard muscles. “Yes.”
“Then we are in agreement.”
He reached for her blouse and finished unfastening the buttons. Then he bent down. “Want me,” he breathed, just before he kissed her.
She surrendered instantly. All doubts faded and she wrapped her arms around him, eager to be closer and feel all of him.
He brought his hands back to her br**sts and rubbed her through her bra. He found the front clasp and easily unfastened it. Then he touched her bare skin and it was heaven.
It was all she could do to keep kissing him while he explored her curves. It wasn’t that she wanted to stop the kissing, but there was so much to think about and experience. The warmth of his fingers, the way he tickled and teased before finally brushing his thumbs against her tight ni**les. The pleasure that shot through her when he rubbed harder there.
More, she thought. More.
He must have heard her because he bent down and pressed his mouth against her breast. Even as his hand continued to touch and stroke and rub, he sucked her nipple, flicked it with his tongue, then sucked again.
She clung to him, barely able to stay standing. Fire shot through her. Need grew until it was all she could think about.
He moved to the other breast and pleasured her there. Her breathing grew ragged.
Her panties dampened and her thighs trembled.
“Rafiq,” she breathed.
He raised his head and kissed her, then stepped back. His gaze moved to her bare br**sts. “So beautiful,” he told her, then looked into her eyes. “I will see you in the morning.”
“Wh-what? You’re leaving?”
He smiled. “It is best. Good night.”
Then, before she could grasp what was happening, he walked to the door and let himself out. She was left standing in her living room, half-naked and not quite sure what had just happened. If he was trying to make her want him more, he was doing a really great job.