Isla knew that he was naked and she wanted to grab a towel to cover herself, but she didn’t think he would allow it, and besides, she was too embarrassed to step away from him. She didn’t want his eyes on her, even though he could feel every inch of her nakedness already.
“Shh…” he soothed, his hands moving down her back as she buried her face in his massive chest, his arms holding her safely against him. He continued to murmur soft words into her ear, nothing really coming out or making any sense, but his strength, coupled with the non-sexual touch, started to break through her humiliation.
“What are you doing?” she sniffed and turned so her face was sideways against his chest, her skin reveling in the lightly rough feeling while her cheek pressed against his chest hair.
His hands continued to massage her scalp and back, rubbing the tense muscles in her shoulders. “I’m trying to figure out why you’re crying.”
She considered all the different ways she could answer his unspoken question, but in the end, she relied on the simple truth. “Because of last night,” she whispered, more tears slipping down her cheeks.
He was still for a moment, then his hands started moving again. “I thought you were enjoying the experience as much as I was. But are you now telling me that it was that bad?”
Hussan knew damn well that she had enjoyed the night. Over and over again he’d brought her to a climax and he’d spank her cute little bottom if she tried to deny it now. He’d heard her screams of satisfaction as he took her to the heights throughout the night.
She didn’t say anything for a moment, but then he felt her breath against his chest despite the warm water gushing over them. “No. It was wonderful.”
He released the tension that had invaded him. Her acknowledgment meant a great deal to him, he realized. But if that wasn’t the issue, what was she sad about? “So what’s the problem?”
She shifted slightly, started to look down, but saw his erection and turned away from that, looking to the side. He wouldn’t let her step out of his arms, and the towels were stacked several feet away. It was just easier to stay in his arms for those two reasons, she told herself.
“I don’t know you,” she explained with a plaintive voice. “I don’t really know anything about you and what I’ve heard, it isn’t good.”
“So get to know me.” He thought that was the most obvious answer, but when she shook her head, he understood that there was more to the issue than just her lack of knowledge of him personally.
“How could I have…done those things with you?”
This was starting to make sense. Women were a fickle group, he knew. And this one might be a bit more tender hearted than the others. “Maybe because we were meant to be together?”
Isla almost laughed, not just at how ridiculous that statement sounded, something so romantic coming from such an enormously large, tough and muscular man, but also because his reputation was just so…mean and unmerciful. She just couldn’t put the two personas together.
“I’m not sure how you can say we were meant to be together when I don’t know who you are or why you make the decisions you do. You’re a complete mystery to me.”
“And yet you burn up every time I touch you,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
She sighed and relaxed against him. “I don’t want to.”
He chuckled deep in his chest as he bent down. A moment later, he poured shampoo onto his hand before massaging it into her hair. “I don’t think we have a choice in this,” he said.
She thought he meant no choice because they’d already signed the contracts but that only made her feel worse. It was almost like she was trapped. But with his fingers moving against her scalp, she wasn’t too concerned about it at the moment. She’d think about it later.
When he pushed her head under the waterfall, gently rinsing out her hair she thought he was the gentlest man she’d ever met. But when she looked up at him, his eyes were watching her breasts and not really paying a great deal of attention to his hands that were shifting her hair around to help rinse out the shampoo. She took over the task at that point but that was a mistake as well since that only freed up his hands to skim along her water slick body.
As his fingers trailed up her back and down her arms, she forgot about the shampoo and gripped the waterfall rocks beside her, holding on as her legs wanted to give out. She tried to shake her head, to deny that this was happening once again. But when he stopped and she thought he was going to step away from her, her eyes sprung open to look for him, only to find him reaching for the soap. He wasn’t going away at all and she relaxed in one way, and became tense in other ways.
The water had slickened her skin to one level but the scented soap on his hand, moving against her skin and discovering all new places that made her gasp or tingle, she knew that this was an entirely new level of sensuousness.
When he spun her around, picking her up and placing her on one of the lower level rocks, she didn’t understand. But she felt his erection prodding her from behind and instantly shifted her body to accommodate him. The rock brought her higher, to just the right level to meet him. Although this position was somewhat more embarrassing, when he slid inside of her, her heat welcoming him and her body adjusting as his size filled her up once again, she decided that this was an extremely nice position to be in.
Her fingers held on to the rocks, her body pressing back against him as he took her slowly up the pinnacle, her body clamoring for a faster pace but he wouldn’t give in to her body’s demands. She whimpered with her need, but when he reached around her, his fingers teasing her, she couldn’t care less about his pace as his fingers helped her climb even higher.
Her body was his violin and he played her like a master. When she couldn’t take the pressure any longer, he finally gave her the release she’d been craving, and his own release held her enthralled as he pushed into her over and over, spilling himself into her and holding her steady, gently in his arms as her climax caused her legs to collapse.
Afterwards, he took a towel and gently dried her off before bundling her into yet another towel. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” he said as she tucked the ends above her breasts.
“I don’t have any clothes.”
He smiled and thought that would be a perfect state. Unfortunately, he couldn’t keep her in ignorance. “Your sister packed up your clothes and had them sent over yesterday afternoon. I believe they’re hanging in the closet by now.” He walked into the closet himself and grabbed the clothes his own servants had delivered there. When, he had no idea but he’d come to accept that the servants knew exactly when to come and go so as not to disturb them.