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wouldn't trust myself to make good decisions when I'm naked and next to the woman I want like breathing now, so that's not happening. You should go back to your room.”
    She hesitated for a moment. “Is that an order?” she asked, and her voice was so plaintive that he paused.
    “Do you want to sleep here?”
    Her eyes lit up, and she nodded. There was something fearful in her gaze, as if she thought he might mock her for her want. All he wanted was to sweep her in his arms and keep the world from hurting her again.
    “All right, come here.”
    There was something almost shy about the way she came to lie next to him. Makeen had known that there was no way he would be able to lie down next to her naked without doing something he might regret. He gave her the sheet instead, which she wrapped around herself, and then he covered both of them with a blanket. He thought he was doing the right thing, but at the end of the day, he was truly no plaster saint. He pulled her next to him, and it felt as if the curve her back fit his chest perfectly. She was like heaven in his arms, and he resigned himself to a long night without sleep.

CHAPTER SIX
    Olivia woke up the next morning to the sound of running water. When she woke up in the most luxurious bed that she had ever seen, she had a brief moment of disorientation. She had no idea where she was or what was going on, but then when she glanced at the indent in the pillow behind her, it all came rushing back. Her cheeks burned red when she thought of what had happened the night before.
    God, how mortifying was it to all but throw herself at a man and to have him turn her down. She was comforted by his promise that her brother was safe, but today, she realized that that wasn't all that she wanted. She shivered when she thought of the depths of her own desire, and how Makeen could play it so easily. She knew that she was treading on some very dangerous ground right now, and on the line was her body, her heart, and her soul.
    She jumped a little when Makeen came out of the bathroom. First thing in the morning and fresh from his shower, he looked good enough to eat. His wet hair was slicked back, making him look strangely young, and when she glanced down at the towel that swathed his hips, she could not stop herself from thinking that it was very low slung; how little effort it would take to pull it away entirely.
    Makeen saw her look, and she realized that he had mistaken it completely when he winced just a little. “I told you last night, Olivia. I am not a monster. I will not make you do anything that you don't want to do.”
    “That wasn't what I was thinking at all,” she said. “Though perhaps I should be the one saying that to you.”
    He frowned at her. “What do you mean by that?”
    “I came in here, and I threw myself at you,” she said, sounding a little miserable even in her own ears. “I … I know I should take a hint, know when I am not wanted, but …”
    She caught his expression of exasperated disbelief right before he strode over to the bed. Somehow the towel stayed in place, but then he was bending over her, pinning her down to the mattress, and that towel was the last thing on her mind.
    “I will prove to you, right here and right now, exactly how I feel about that …”
    She started to reply, but then his lips were pressed to hers, and he was kissing her as if the world would end when they stopped. His tongue slid between her lips, thrusting deep into her mouth, and from the tension of his body, there was no doubt at all as to what was on her mind. She was frozen for just a moment, but then when she got her wits back together, she threw her arms around his shoulders, returning the kiss with a kind of intensity she had never felt before.
    All of a sudden, it did not matter in the least why she was here or what they were to each other. It didn't matter that he was a sheikh and she was a girl who had managed to miss most of high school. All that mattered was