“You excite me beyond what I can say.”
He was doing a pretty good job of exciting her, as well.
She reached for the buttons on his shirt, but he pushed her hands away. As she watched, he undressed, revealing his hard, honey-colored skin.
As he pushed down his briefs, she saw his arousal—all jutting maleness that called to her. Her pulled her close and they tumbled onto the big bed, a tangle of arms and legs and need.
Even as he took her breast into his mouth, he reached between her legs and stroked her.
He found that one sensitive spot instantly and circled it. She didn’t know what to think about first—his mouth or his fingers. Both were exquisite, pushing her higher, driving her closer to her release.
The steady rhythm—his sucking, his touching, her body pulsing—threatened to push her over the edge. She held back, not wanting to give in so quickly. Then he shifted so he was between her thighs, kissing her with his tongue again. He pushed a finger inside of her, circling, thrusting, rubbing and she was lost.
Her release carried her to the edge of the world and let her go. Every muscle shuddered with pleasure, making her cry out. On and on until she floated back to earth, back to his bed where she opened her eyes and found him watching her.
Despite the fact that she might never be able to move again, fire still burned. Without saying anything, she held open her arms. He eased between her legs, his hardness filling her, stretching her, making her cling to him.
He made love to her like a man starved. Deep thrusts claimed her as his and she held on for the ride of her life. His excitement pulled her along, making her hungry, as well. Her body tensed and ached and when he stiffened, she, too, cried out, feeling more satisfied than she’d ever been before.
Later, when they were together under the covers, her body pressed against his, his hands stroking her head, he kissed her.
“I am sorry,” he said. “I tried to hold back. I did not want to hurt you.”
“You didn’t.”
“I took you roughly.”
He wouldn’t meet her gaze, as if he was ashamed.
She rolled on top of him, pressing her body to his, then kissed him. “Qadir, didn’t you feel me responding? I’m not saying I want to be hurt. Your passion excited me. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?”
“I should have more control.”
She smiled. “No, you shouldn’t.”
He put his hands on her hips and eased her down. He was hard again. She slid over him, taking him inside of her. She gasped at the pleasure of it.
“Perhaps if you were in charge,” he told her, need once again burning between them.
She braced herself on the bed. He reached for her br**sts, then lightly teased her ni**les. Sensation shot through her. She rode him up and down, then moving faster and faster. They both groaned.
It was, she thought as her body clenched in anticipation, going to be an amazing night.
Maggie supposed that technically she walked back to her room the next morning, but in truth it felt like floating. Her whole body seemed to hum with contentment as individual cells continued to sigh their pleasure.
Qadir sure knew his way around a woman’s body. She felt as if she’d stepped onto a new plane of sensual pleasure and she couldn’t wait to go back again.
“Not a good idea,” she told herself as she stepped through the French doors and back into her room.
Last night had been amazing and fifteen kinds of a mistake. She’d been determined to hold her heart safely out of reach. Making love with Qadir for hours on end was not going to help her cause.
She couldn’t get over how concerned he’d been about hurting her. He hadn’t, of course, but the worry had been sweet. And the passion had been mind-altering.
“I am a mature woman,” she told herself as she headed into the bathroom. “I can handle this.”
She didn’t have much choice. Despite how amazing the lovemaking had been, nothing had changed. She was still who she was and Qadir was still a prince.
She showered, then dried off and dressed. After combing out her hair, she reached for the blow-dryer, but before she could turn it on, someone pounded on her door.
She moved through the living room and opened it. Victoria stood in the hallway.
“There you are,” her friend said. “What is going on with you? I’ve been calling and calling and knocking and you haven’t…” Victoria’s blue eyes widened. “Oh my God. What happened?”
Maggie felt herself flush even as she said, “Nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. There’s something totally different about you.”
Was that possible? Did last night show?
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she lied.
Victoria leaned closer and stared into her eyes. “I swear, there’s something. It’s—” Her mouth dropped open. “No way.”
The flush increased. Maggie stepped away from the open door and returned to the bathroom. “I have no idea what you’re going on about.”
“You are so lying. You were with Qadir last night. You were with him big-time.”
As she spoke, Victoria trailed after Maggie into the bathroom. When Maggie tried to turn on the blow-dryer to drown her out, Victoria simply pulled the plug.
Maggie looked at her in the mirror. “It just happened,” she admitted. “It was probably crazy, but I can’t regret it.”
“I want details,” Victoria said. “Even more important, I’m here for you.”