The Sheik's Rebellious Mistress (9 page)

All thoughts and suppositions about the beautiful apartment were swept away when she heard the front door open. Running out of the bedroom, she hurried to the living room, for the first time wondering where her guards were, but not really caring as Dharr walked through the door.

At the first sight of him, her breath caught in her throat and she stopped short, taking in the overwhelming magnificence of him. He was wearing a dark suit and his hair was neatly combed but when his dark, intense eyes saw her, one hand reached up to pull his tie lose, his long, determined strides eating up the distance between their bodies.

When he reached her, he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up so her mouth was almost even with his. His lips captured hers in a kiss meant to convey possession, absolute domination and Electra could no more deny that possession and power than she could stop her heart beat from racing.

Her arms wound around his neck and her legs around his hips and she couldn"t seem to get enough of him. She wanted this man unlike anything she"d ever desired and, being so new to the world of passion, she was unable to hide it from him. She wasn"t sure she would even if she were more experienced.

She had no idea of the passage of time or the movement of their bodies until she felt the soft mattress beneath her back and his warm hand against her naked breast. How her shirt had come off, she had no idea.
The rest of their clothes were removed just as quickly and she was gasping for breath as his hands roved all over her body, his fingers touching, his lips tasting, the rest of him moving in ways that elicited just as much passion and her mind whirled with the feelings. She tried to slow down, to figure out what to do and how she could touch him but he was merciless in his passion and she accepted his dominance, reveling in it and feeling powerful that she could also make him feel this way.

When he entered her, she cried out and felt complete for the first time in a week. Until he started moving that is. Then she wasn"t ready for the intensity of the feelings, the desire pounding within her as she clamored to find the release that would ease the painful yearning deep inside her.

When she finally climaxed, she could only scream as the waves rolled over her, crashing against her body as the pleasure increased, then slowly subsided, leaving her limp and exhausted, but also cradled gently in his arms.

He lifted off of her, bearing his weight on his arms as he looked down at her. “Good evening,” he replied with a twinkle in his eyes.

Electra laughed, still trying to catch her breath. “Good evening to you,” she replied just as formally. “How was your day?” she asked.

He threw back his head and laughed. “The ending was perfect,” he said.

She sighed happily and speared her fingers through his hair.“I agree,” she replied.

“Will you always be this passionate when I walk through the door?” he asked, his head bending to nibble her ear lobe.

Electra wriggled, initially starting to evade his mouth but then accepted that this was exactly why she"d come to Paris. “I don"t know. Why don"t you go back out and try it again. I"ll see if I can rouse myself for the same performance,” she said airily and her bottom was swatted for her efforts. She laughed and lifted her legs to wrap around his hips once again. “Perhaps I"m happy to have you right where you are after all,” she said and groaned when his mouth covered her nipple. He"d never left her body so when he started to move in and out again, she was more than ready for the feelings. Chapter 6

Saturday morning dawned bright and early but Electra woke to find herself alone in bed. She bit her lower lip, wondering what one did in these kinds of situations. She"d never woken up in another man"s bed before. Well, she corrected, once but she didn"t think he would like it if she slipped out of the apartment and went home. She didn"t want to do that anyway. They had the whole weekend together and they"d spent one glorious night in bed together, laughing and making love, sipping champagne and nibbling on cheese and crackers for dinner instead of going out for a formal meal in a restaurant or having their privacy invaded by the cook.

But now the morning sunlight was streaming in through the long windows and she was naked underneath the white sheet. Chewing nervously on her lip, she wondered where Dharr was and how she was going to get from the bed to the bathroom without him seeing her naked. Even though he"d seen every part of her body by now, she was still shy. She wasn"t up for that kind of show just yet.

Deciding she should just brave the situation and pray that he wasn"t going to see her leap from the bed to the bathroom, she stood up and rushed across the floor, glad to find a terry robe hanging in the bathroom. She showered, then wrapped her hair in a big, fluffy towel and her body in the soft, white robe, rolling up the sleeves several times so her hands could come out the ends. She padded barefoot into the living room and stopped short when she caught sight of him sitting on the terrace eating a piece of toast and reading the newspaper. He was only wearing a pair of worn jeans but without a shirt, his legs stretched out underneath the glass topped table and his bare feet crossed at the ankles. He looked exactly like any romantic movie portrayed the man the morning after a wonderful night of making love.

She wanted to just stand there and watch him, amazed at how handsome he was, and how powerful looking in just the jeans but with his chest bare and glistening in the early morning sunshine.

He looked up and caught her staring and she blushed, wondering what he must think of her. But he only waved her toward him, then stood up and kissed her softly, lingeringly. “Good morning,” he said, his voice deep and husky. “You look delicious in my robe,” he said. He pulled her close, his hands holding onto her waist. “I"ll bet you"ll taste sweeter than the honey on the table,” he said, his dark eyes looking down into her green ones with blazing desire shining through.

Electra laughed self-consc iously and pushed gently at his chest. “Don"t tease,” she said and slipped into one of the comfortable chairs. She reached out and poured herself a cup almost half full with coffee, then the rest she filled with cream, uncaring this time if he considered her coffee simply a cream and sugar transport mechanism.

“I was wondering about that,” he said softly as he picked up his own cup and took a sip. “Wondering about what?” she asked as she scooped two large spoonfuls of sugar into the delicate bone china.

“Why you were grimacing the other day when you drank your coffee black. Now I understand,” he said.

She looked at him with her lashes lowered and said, “You don"t really understand, but that"s okay.” A part of her wanted to tell him everything about her past, the silly guards, the man who thought she had to be protected, even from herself. But it was too fine of a morning for sad thoughts and she wanted to enjoy this dynamic man"s company without any of the worries she normally carried around. For the next thirty six hours, she was just a woman without cares or concerns.

“What is on the agenda today?” she asked.

“How about a shopping trip?” he suggested.

She pulled a grimace. “Shopping? In Paris? I know this is the fashion capital of the world, but wouldn"t it be more interesting to see some of the museums? I"ve never been to Paris.”

He considered her words for a long moment, his eyes taking in her amazingly beautiful features, clean of makeup with her hair twisted into the thick towel. A woman who didn"t want to spend his time in tedious shops and his money on clothes she couldn"t wear? Even more intriguing!

“What museums would you like to see?” he asked, ignoring the desire to ask her more questions about her dislike of shopping.

She bit her lip and gauged his reaction. “Well, would you m ind terribly if we went up the Eiffel Tower?” she asked. “I know it seems very touristy but I"ve never been. Nor have I seen the Champs Elysee and I"ve heard that the stairs go up a dark, scary hallway.” She wriggled her eye brows across the table at him, “I"ll race you!” she challenged, seeing that he was weakening.

Dharr laughed outright and shook his head. “How about if we compromise?”

She took a sip of her coffee and watched him from over the rim of her cup. “I"m listening.”

“I"ll take you to every tourist attraction you want,” he said, leaning back casually against the back of the chair, the epitome of a commanding male with his washboard stomach and sexy, not-yetshaved profile, “but then we patronize some of my favorite stores. Deal?” he asked.
Electra nibbled on a piece of toast, wondering what could be wrong with his agreement. Why would he be challenging her with a shopping trip? And he was definitely challenging her, she knew from the daring looking his eyes. He didn"t think she would agree and a part of her suspected she shouldn"t. But what harm would come of a simple shopping trip if it made him happy? He was willing to do what she wanted in the morning, she could meet him halfway.

Of course, she didn"t really need any new clothes but if that"s what he wanted, who was she to stop him? Maybe he wanted her to dress in more sophisticated outfits instead of the casual jeans she"d been wearing yesterday when he"d walked into the apartment. “Sure. Why not?” she finally agreed. The flare of triumph that came into his eyes made her hesitate but she couldn"t imagine what the problem might be.

Just as he promised, Dharr took her through all the Parisian tourist "s sites. Since she was in the back of the limousine with Dharr and the tinted windows made it a little difficult to see outside, she just enjoyed watching him as they talked about nothing in particular. If she"d made the effort to look out the window, she"d have seen the police escort which blocked off side streets, easing their way through the city to each of the major attractions.

They hit the Eiffel Tower first and Electra was thrilled with the wind whipping through her hair as they walked along the steel sidewalk at the top and looked down at all the people meandering through the park, looking like tiny ants from this distance. They hit the Louvre but only had time to see some of the larger exhibits such as the Mona Lisa or Napoleon"s “apartment”, then a walk down the street toward the Champs Elysee. Electra had spied the magnificent structure from the entrance to the Louvre and she"d thought a walk would be nice. But it was much longer than she"d anticipated.

It was still thrilling and she loved walking hand in hand with Dharr, asking him questions about his previous visits to the spectacular city and all the various other places he"d visited throughout his lifetime. She found that he was a very well traveled man and was impressed that he remembered so much about his visits.

Once in the Champs Elysee, she started at the bottom of the stairs and looked up. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, one eyebrow raised as he noticed her staring warily up at the dark, yellowed-withage corridor. “There"s an elevator off to the side which most of the other visitors take.”

Electra considered it for all of two seconds. Then she shook her head. “Nope,” she replied, still looking warily up at the corridor. “I want to do the stairs.” With another deep breath, she plunged ahead, almost racing up the stairs, eager to reach the top.

Halfway up, she stopped to catch her breath, her hands holding onto the railing. “I"m not sure this was such a good idea,” she laughed and saw what now seemed to be endless stairs.
Dharr stood behind her. “I"m enjoying it immensely,” he said. Electra turned and looked down at him, only to find his gaze on her derriere instead of up ahead.

Turning around, her hands ineffectually covered her bottom. “You…!” she sputtered, laughing at his lascivious expression. “Do you have a one track mind?” she asked.

He took the last two steps separating them and pinned her against the wall. “When you"re cute little bottom is right in front of me, yes. I can only think of one thing. That"s taking you into my arms, my hands cradling your bottom as I push myself into your softness,” he said and his mouth covered hers, his teeth biting her bottom lip, then sucking it gently. “Any other questions?” he asked, one hand covering her bottom just the way he"d described it a moment before.

She was still breathless, but now for a different reason, the stairs and close hallway forgotten as his mouth covered hers.

“
Toujour amour!”
a voice said from slightly below them on the stairs. Electra pulled away from him quickly, her face turning red as she realized their kiss was holding up about ten students who were also climbing the stairs to the top.

She smiled and turned quickly away, heading up the stairs with more purpose. When they reached the top, she was excited to see the traffic below and around them. And when Dharr"s arms wrapped around her from behind, she smiled into his laughing eyes, her hair whipping around them.

“Was the climb worthwhile?” he asked in his husky, sexy deep voice.

She laughed. “Absolutely,” she replied.

They strolled through Notre Dame, Montmartre and he even bought her a chocolate crepe which was made by a street vendor while they watched, although she suspected the only reason he bought it for her was so he could lick the chocolate off her face when she was finished. Electra didn"t mind at all except for the fact that, when he was finished sensuously cleaning her face, she wanted him to finish satisfying her. Between the kiss in the Champs Elysee and the chocolate crepe, she was desperate for him in a way she"d never felt about any other man.

After a lovely lunch at a sidewalk café, he announced, “Now that we"ve been to all of your choices, the afternoon is mine.” Without explaining where they were going, he pulled her into the limousine that had been driving them all over the city and took her to a very pretty little boutique. But inside, the store was filled with lingerie, some of it made up completely of lace in all different colors, others in satin, corsets, demi bras, all types of panties. Dharr when through the store with an assistant and pointed to the various items he wanted, choosing so many colors and styles Electra could barely remember them all. When the items were packed up, paid for and stored in the limousine, Electra was both excited and nervous about what he might expect.
“Now where do we go?” she asked, eagerly anticipating his possible answers. Would he want to go somewhere else to shop? She desperately hoped not. Electra was so turned on at the prospect of wearing some of her new under things she could barely think.