Sheikh With Benefits by Teresa Morgan Read Free Book Online

leaning on him.
    He sat back on the couch and she straddled him, just like in the car. Her boneless fingers fumbled with the fly of his pants, completely unable to work. In the end, she gave up and thrust her hand down his waistband.
    He sucked in a breath as she touched his hard cock. The skin over him was unexpectedly soft. She explored the veins, running her fingers over them, following the bulging trails along his length.
    He threw back his head, and made a guttural sound that could have indicated pain. Something under her ribs clenched. Maybe she was doing it wrong.
    She loosened her fingers. "Does it feel good to you?"
    He clasped his hands to her jaw, drawing her mouth to his. He gave her a deep, intoxicating kiss. "So very good," he told her. "You may touch me harder, if you wish."
    Even at this moment, he was the diplomat. It would get him what he wanted. She tightened her hand around him with more pressure. "Like this?"
    "Just like that," he said, his Adam's Apple bobbing.
    "Good to know," she said. "For practice."
    "I will take your dress off now," he informed her.
    "Your brother isn't coming, is he?" she asked.
    He looked her in the eye, searching for the truth. "Do you wish him to?"
    She wanted to speak, to tell him everything. That she'd never wanted Darius. That she'd loved him for months. That she wanted him to be the first and last man in her bed.
    Instead, she just shook her head.

Chapter Five
     
    She was in the air, lifted without effort in the arms of the man she loved. And who wanted her for himself—for tonight, at least. As he walked up the staircase, she took his earlobe between her teeth and sucked. Her reward was a groan of appreciation. She locked it away in her memory to visit in the lonely nights to come.
    He set her on the silken blue sheets of his huge bed with eternal care, and joined her, lying on his side next to her. She ran her hands over his chest as he did as he promised, pulling the straps of her dress down over her shoulders.
    At a sudden panicked instinct, she put her hands over her breasts, fighting him for control of her dress, covering herself any way she could. Her heart threatened to burst out through her ribs. It beat so fast it probably could have powered a small city. This was all too threatening. Too close.
    "Arya," he said, in a desert-kissed accent she didn't share because she'd grown up in the West.
    It was all he needed to say. Her name. It reminded her who he was. Not a man to forget her name. This was Javad. She wanted him to see her. He might not love her, and maybe this was a pity screw, but he would never be disappointed in the body of a woman he cared about enough to take to bed.
    She relaxed and let him take control. He moved over her, making her lie back, and kissed her, deeply, sensually, while he placed his hand on her breast, peeling the dress down. Oh, his fingers felt like heaven on her skin. Her breasts became so sensitive they felt like they took up all of her instead of being non-existent. He caressed and suckled them, making moisture flow in her panties.
    If that pleasure wasn't enough to send her to paradise, what he did next was. His hand slipped down her stomach, paused to stroke the hair between her legs, then parted the lips of her sex. She whimpered with the embarrassment of being touched there, but the sound turned to gasps as his clever fingers found her clit. Exploring, rhythmic strokes had her arching her back, pressing against his hand in demand for more. A few flicks of the sensitive spot turned her into a wild woman made of nothing but need.
    Just when she thought she couldn't feel any better, he slipped two fingers inside. She'd touched herself before, but her clumsy, nervous touches didn't prepare her for the amazing sensation of Javad caressing her in the most intimate way possible. It seemed like only a moment passed before the built-up tension broke and her body released, shuddering with the purest pleasure she'd ever felt.
    "You are so