The Sheikh's Impatient Virgin by Kim Lawrence Read Free Book Online Page B

it firmly.
    The top button of her pyjama top was presumably in the bed somewhere. Trying very hard not to think about how it had ended up there, she lifted her chin and retorted, ‘Look, I’d love to trade insults, but I don’t know what you mean.’
    ‘I have no taste for play-acting.’ His frown still in place, he reached inside his jacket with a frown.
    When he withdrew his hand a pair of boxer shorts that had been spoiling the line of his perfect tailoring appeared.
    Crawling out of her skin with embarrassment, Eva wondered if she wished hard enough would she vanish…?
    He held the bright red boxers with the strategically placed suggestive logo out as though they carried a contagious disease, the film of icy contempt in his stunning eyes deepening as he observed, ‘Not mine, I think.’
    Definitely not his, but the problem was Eva could see him in them and actually, as her imagination took another unscheduled leap, without them.
    I am losing my mind—it is the only explanation.
    Struggling to adopt an expression that did not scream ‘I’m thinking about you naked,’ Eva looked at Luke’s borrowed item of clothing swinging from his fingers and felt the blush extend to every part of her anatomy.
    Was it really only yesterday that arranging Luke’s personal items around the flat had seemed like a brilliant idea?
    She had opened her mouth to offer a hurried explanation when she thought, Why should I? What right does he have to look down on me from that great moral height ?
    She was willing to bet that when it came to moral depravity he could teach her a thing or two. Her gaze drifted to his mouth, drawn by the overtly sensual sculpted curve of his lips, and she thought, Probably considerably more than two!
    She blinked to clear the sensual fog that was thickening in her brain and wondered if there was some physiological reason for this explosion of ill-timed hormonal activity as she lifted her chin and schooled her expression into neutrality, murmuring a soft thank-you.
    He looked visibly taken aback by the quiet dignity of her response, but the flicker of uncertainty didn’t last. Eva wasn’t surprised—he was obviously not the type of man to doubt his own judgement and his judgement of her was clearly that she was some sort of predatory trollop!
    In any other circumstances this fatally flawed casting might have appealed to Eva’s lively sense of humour, but nothing about this acutely uncomfortable situation made her feel like smiling.
    While Karim had been enjoying his freedom with a series of like-minded ladies, he had never suffered a moment’s unease thinking about their previous lovers. So he was totally unprepared for the lick of sheer rage produced by the mental image of the faceless men who had occupied Eva’s bed before him. Unable to banish the image of another man’s hands caressing her taut, high breasts, Karim struggled for control as his emotions flamed higher.
    ‘You must have quite a healthy lost-property box.’
    Her startled glance flew to his face and, registering the condemnation there, she embraced the rush of anger filling her as she snatched the boxers from his fingers.
    Keeping her combative glare trained on his face, she squeezed them up into a ball and pushed them into her dressinggown pocket.
    ‘I’m not the lost one.’
    He didn’t look lost now, either—he looked like someone shewould not have invited into her home. A secret shiver slid down her spine…He had danger written all over him.
    ‘And if it’s reputation you’re worrying about,’ she suggested calmly, ‘don’t. Luke won’t say anything.’
    She hoped resolving to stress her request that he keep this to himself at the first opportunity. Luke had many fine qualities, but she knew that the ability to keep a good story to himself was not one of them.
    ‘So Luke is the owner of…?’ Karim gave a sharp nod towards the red fabric sticking out of her pocket.
    Watching his nostrils quiver with distaste, Eva