Sidra smiled up at him, but she slipped underneath his arms and hurried back along the path. She looked back at him, expecting him to be climbing back onto that enormous horse and riding away but when she glanced back, he was standing there staring at her, his hands on his hips and an odd expression on his face.
She waved to him, but hurried back towards the village, needing to get there before Laura woke up for the day.
She stopped and got some freshly baked muffins and hot coffee at the village bakery before heading back to Laura’s flat. When she walked in and found her friend just belting her robe, she was glad to have the muffins as an excuse for her absence. “Good morning!” she called out as she placed the container on her friend’s breakfast table, handing her the large cup of coffee with extra cream and sugar while she took the one with just sweetener. “Did you sleep well?” she asked and almost laughed at Laura’s expression of happiness as she took a sip of her coffee.
Laura was a night owl who normally was up until about midnight while Sidra was more of a morning person, preferring to be up watching the sun rise and being the first into the office. “What are we going to do today?” she asked, knowing that Laura had probably made plans for the entire day, filling it with sightseeing and history, which she claimed England had the best history while the Americans were only playing at knowing their history.
Since Laura always said it with a wink in an attempt to rile Sidra into an argument, she never took offense. And sure enough, Laura had the schedule all planned out. They would be visiting the Tower of London, British Parliament, a drive by Big Ben, lunch at a quirky outdoor café, then off to Trafalgar Square, several gardens and a museum. All topped off by a dinner at one of the trendiest restaurants and a play at one of the theatres right by the Thames. By the time they were back at Laura’s flat, Sidra fell into bed, exhausted. But not before she set her alarm, not wanting to be late for her secret meeting with Rashid in the morning.
Chapter 3
Sidra was sitting on what she now thought of as her personal rock the following morning. She was bone tired, but the thought of seeing Rashid invigorated her like nothing else could. She’d just sat down on the rock, pulling her jeans clad legs up around her when “The Beast” poked its enormous nose through the trees, with Rashid on the animal’s back.
She couldn’t hide the excitement on her face when she saw him and every nerve ending in her body came to life.
He didn’t smile back, but tossed the reigns over a tree branch while swinging his legs over the saddle at the same time. He came towards her, his eyes never leaving her face while he made his way through the still damn trees.
Without saying a word, he pulled her into his arms and lifted her into his arms, kissing her so thoroughly that she couldn’t think of anything other than wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. She seemed to be just as desperate to kiss him back as he was and her body wrapped around his. When she felt his hands under her sweater, she gasped, but when he pulled his hand away, she grabbed his wrist and put it right back where it had been, kissing him frantically because she knew she only had this morning and two more like it. She wasn’t even sure if he would be able to get away from his job to be here the next two mornings, so she didn’t want to waste time on being shy.
“You’re beautiful,” he groaned as he pulled away, looking down at her as his hands slid up her waist, watching her reactions to see if he was pushing too hard too fast. As he looked at her, his hand came off her waist and touched the delicate skin under her eyes. “You look tired,” he said, gently touching the dark circles from lack of sleep.
“Laura had me out late last night watching some existential play about cannibals.”
He chuckled. “I take it you didn’t enjoy the performance?”
She blushed and shook her head. “I wasn’t really paying much attention to it.”
He shifted slightly so that his body was pressing against her more thoroughly and his body hardened even more when he saw the desire intensify in her eyes, a flush coming over her lovely cheeks. “Were you perhaps thinking of me?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her hands moving up his chest and her hips shifting on her own to cradle him more intimately. When he shifted again, she gripped his shoulders and stiffened. “Don’t do that!” she cried and bit her lower lip, holding herself very still. He was pressing right where she wanted him, but she was embarrassed by the need pumping through her body.
Rashid knew exactly what was happening and he wanted to tear her clothes off right at that moment and watch her climax in his arms, although with him buried inside her heat and not with all their clothes on. But this was the best he could do and her reaction inflamed him, making him ache to see her climax.
He shifted ever so slightly and was rewarded with her body arching against him. “Don’t do this?” he asked and moved again, pulling her hips forward so she couldn’t hide from him.
“No. That,” she sighed and her hips moved again, tense and waiting. But she couldn’t keep still. “Don’t,” she whispered and opened her eyes, looking up at him.
“I won’t,” he said, his voice deep and husky but he lied and moved ever so slightly again.
When her mouth dropped open and her body shivered, he did it again, pulling her legs up so her knees were around his waist. His fingers quickly unbuttoned his shirt and he pressed her hand against his chest. “So you don’t like it when I do this?” he asked and slowly shifted his weight, pressing his erection against her even more, rubbing her and he knew the moment she was lost to the sensation. Her hips couldn’t keep still any longer and he moved again and again while her hands curled against his chest.
When he moved one more time, he watched with awe as she splintered apart in his arms, her climax coming and coming and he moved his body against hers to prolong the orgasm. When her body stilled and she fell back against the rock with her eyes closed, he stood there, still hard and painfully erect, but more satisfied than he’d ever been in his life as he watched her come down from her climax.
When she looked up at him, her face was still flushed and her eyes bright with the post orgasm glow, and a good dose of embarrassment. “Don’t!” he ordered softly and she turned her face away. He wouldn’t allow that though. His finger came up to her face and turned her gently back so she was looking up at him. “Don’t you dare be embarrassed by the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”