The Oil Tycoon and Her Sexy Sheikh by Ros Clarke Read Free Book Online Page B

face him.
    “Olivia?”
    “Mm.” She didn’t want to talk anymore. She leaned forward and showed Khaled exactly what she wanted, with her lips on his and her hands gripping his shirt for balance. He let her take the lead, exploring and tasting.
    Kissing Khaled was as natural as she remembered from earlier. It felt as though it was what her body had been designed to do. She knew instinctively to arch her body in the way that helped his hand find the curve of her breasts and the hard, sensitive nipples that his fingers sought. She sighed into his mouth, and he responded with a deeper, harder kiss, focusing Olivia’s world into that one scintillating touch.
    For a while it was enough. The connection between them expressed everything she felt and returned everything she wanted, but the more she took, the more she needed to feel. She pushed her hands under his shirt, skating her fingers over the hard, unyielding planes of his chest. He anticipated her needs, yanking his shirt over his head, and pulling her mouth back onto his before she had a chance to do more than glance at his naked torso. She let him kiss her again, but before long the impulse to taste every inch of the sculpted lines of his cheek and jaw took over.
    “Olivia,” he muttered, “are you sure about this?”
    “Mm,” she replied, hoping that would be enough to satisfy him. She tilted her head upward and caught his lips with hers to keep him quiet and help him get the message. But soon—too soon—Khaled was pulling away.
    He clamped his hands around her head and held her so that he was gazing down into her eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
    Dry mouthed, unable to speak, she nodded.
    He moved fast, swiftly claiming her lips in a possessive kiss. She flung her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. Tangled in each other’s arms, they toppled sideways, pulling away each other’s clothes, until eventually they lay naked in the firelight.
    He paused, raising himself on one elbow, to survey her. Olivia knew she was blushing furiously. No man had ever studied her like this, with all the curiosity and precision of a scientist. Under Khaled’s examination, she didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed. Her far from perfect body, with all its lumps and bumps, had never felt so beautiful as it did now, warmed by the flickering light of the fire and the heat of Khaled’s eyes. Olivia relaxed in his admiration and let him take his time. She had plenty of admiring to do herself.
    The sheikh took her breath away. Tanned skin, dark hair, deeply chiseled muscles, and long lean limbs gave his body a physical perfection she had barely imagined possible. But it was the tiny flaws that Olivia found mesmerizing: the puckered scar of an appendix operation; the patch of dry skin above each elbow; the cluster of gray hairs beginning to show behind one ear. He was no fantasy prince, he was a real man, and she wanted him all the more because of it.
    “Olivia.” His voice was husky and low. He stroked his hand lazily into the dip of her waist.
    “Khaled.”
    “Are you on the pill?”
    She blinked. He obviously wasn’t quite so carried away in the moment as she had been. Not that it was a bad thing. Someone needed to take responsibility, and she was in no state to do it.
    “No.” And even if she were, she’d still be insisting on a condom, just in case.
    He nodded and bent to kiss her briefly. “I’ll be right back.”
    Olivia drew up her knees and rested her chin on top of them as she watched the fire. It was one thing to sprawl shamelessly naked on the carpet with Khaled admiring her and quite another to do so on her own.
    He returned and dropped to his knees beside her.
    “Olivia.” It sounded as though he was practicing the name. “Were you always called that?”
    “My mother called me Livvy.”
    “Livvy,” he repeated softly. “I like it. It’s softer. Sweeter.” Like the kisses he was trailing across her collarbone and down her