The Sheik's Rebellious Mistress by Elizabeth Lennox Read Free Book Online Page B

the pins flying in every direction. She didn"t care where they went, as long as his hands continued to caress her scalp. When his hands tangled in her long, black hair, she wanted to melt against him. She pushed her back more firmly against him, feeling his erection against her back. Her hands reached out behind her, coming into contact with his hard, muscular thighs, amazed at the strength she found there.
    “Dharr,” she whispered, unable to con tinue with her words although she would have begged him to hurry, to carry her away and ease this aching, almost painful burning that had taken over every cell in her body.
    “What do you want?” he asked. “You. I want you,” she said firmly, her fingers skimming along his slacks. She wanted to go higher, to turn around and wrap her fingers around the length of his erection and explore the manbut she didn"t have the courage.
    When he spun her around himself and covered her mouth with his, she didn"t argue. In fact, she stood on her toes, eager to receive his kiss and give as much as she got in return. Her body melted into his, pushing her breasts against his chest, her hips against his, eager to feel more of him.
    When he lifted her up into his arms , she almost blurted out, “Finally!” but controlled herself by burying her face in his neck, inhaling the male scent of him and teasing the lobe of his ear, just as he"d done to her a few minutes ago.
    The room he carried her into was dimly lit so her eyes had no problems adjusting to the light. But her legs barely held her upright when he set her back down on the floor. His fingers easily found the zipper in the back, all the while kissing her, ravishing her mouth with his own.
    Electra felt the whoosh of air against her naked skin and the temporary feel of cold as the air hit her, but then his hands were against her back, her body pulled up against his as his hands covered her bottom, pulling her higher.
    She pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders, uncaring that the beautiful fabric fell carelessly to the floor. She then struggled with his tie but, never having been around men as she grew up, the knot was a mystery to her. Finally, he delicately pulled her hands away and did it himself, tossing it on the floor beside them before pulling her back into his arms.
    Electra worked the buttons of his shirt, eager to see what she"d been feeling for the past several minutes. Was he as solidly built as she suspected? Was he covered with muscles or was it just an illusion? She heard a ping as one of the buttons popped off and hit the wall somewhere but she didn"t care. She just moved on to the next, hurriedly needing to get his chest uncovered.
    Her breathing was rapid and her eyes dilated as she finally pulled the fabric away to reveal the chest of a body builder. No, her mind could never have thought up this many muscles under that severe, well tailored suit. No man should cover up something this magnificent, she thought, her fingers traveling down the bulging pectorals, the packed abdominal muscles, tracing the black line that disappeared into his pants. She heard the sharp intake of his breath but paid no attention to it, too fascinated with exploring the treasure she"d just uncovered. Her hands moved higher, her eyes following hungrily as she moved her fingertips along the muscles just revealed. One finger accidentally brushed his nipple and she felt his indrawn breath so she moved back, her hands covering the flat nipple with tremulous exploration. When her fingers lingered, teased and captured it gently, she felt his hands clench and unclench on her waist and her eyes looked up. His own were closed and his jaw tight, as if he were clenching his teeth to control what she made him feel. That kind of power only heightened her own desire and she watched in fascination as her hands traveled up to his shoulders then down across the bulging biceps. While her hands explored, her head moved forward, her tongue gently caressing his