The Sheik's Secret Twins (15 page)

“The realtor
made all the arrangements with the owners but she went ahead.  I wanted to view the houses with you alone instead of being bothered by a chatty woman trying to sell us something that we didn’t like.”

Siri nodded her head, but was nervous about being in a house without anyone else to distract them.  She would much prefer a chatty lady who would at least be a diversion.  “This is nice,” she replied, pretending to look around, but there were just very large rooms with large windows and no curtains.  The carpets were cream, the walls white, the foyer a white marble.  The kitchen had white cabinets and tan, granite countertops with top of the line appliances.  “This is large.”

“And white,” Malik said out loud.

Siri nodded, and tried to step away from him, needing a bit of space.  She moved around the counter, just to breathe a little bit of non-Malik scented air.  She remembered that scent, remembered how much she’d loved it.  She’d always breathed in his cologne as soon as he’d pulled her into his arms after a lo
ng absence and she’d just close her eyes and
savored
the feeling of having his muscular arms wrapped around her, his scent filling her senses and the anticipation of him taking her into his bedroom and making love for the rest of the night. 

She was older now.  She couldn’t just fall into bed with this man. 
Thankfully
, there weren’t any beds in the house! 

A fact which should make her feel better, but the total absence of anything made her much more nervous.  Her imagination was doing things, like wondering what it would be like if Malik simply picked
her up and placed her on the
kitchen
counter.  They’d never made love in the kitchen.  She wasn’t even sure if his previous penthouse had a kitchen since it was entirely possible that he ordered in from whatever restaurant sprang to mind.
  There had always been food delivered, but where it had come from, she had no idea. 
 

“Let’s look around upstairs,” he said, his voice deep, becoming husky. 

Was he feeling the same thing she was?  She wondered what she would do if she needed to get away from him.  Would he stop if she said no? 

She was being
ridiculously
silly.  Of course he would!  Malik wasn’t the kind of guy who would rape a woman.  He was kind and gentle.  A liar, but still very gentle.  He’d never hurt her before. 

It was really her own reaction that
she should be concerned about.  He would stop if she told him no, but when had she ever been able to tell him no?  Once he took her into his arms, she wasn’t capable of saying anything.  Well, there were a few things but Siri didn’t think “faster” or “please” would keep her safe from his lovemaking. 

She walked up the stairs, painfully self conscious that he
was
s right behind her.  She actually thought about putting her hands behind her, just to block his view of her derriere.  She didn’t want him thinking about the past and how he’d bent her over his bed, entering her from behind with his hands on her bottom.  The feeling had been incredible from that angle and she could feel her body hea
ting up just from that memory.

“Let’s look at the smaller rooms first,” he suggested, his voice echoing in the silence of the house, the sound vibrating off the
walls and coming out stronger.  There was nothing to absorb the sound so any noise traveled without hindrance, making her cringe at the sound. 

“That’s fine,” she replied and turned to the left instead of the right.  She definitely didn’t mind his suggestion, not wanting to enter the owner’s suite alone with him.  Not that she would be sleeping in there anyway.  Not with him at least. 

She looked in the first room, a large, airy room with hardwood floors and more white walls but the windows would let in a lot of sunlight.  “This would be nice for the boys,”
she said, trying to find anything to say to ease the awkwardness of the silence.  “
They
would love to have the hardwood floors to race their cars along.  Although they might scratch the surface.  They play pretty hard lately and they’re going to get worse as they get older and stronger.”  She knew she was rambling and tried to stop herself, but she was just too nervous. 

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” he replied, leaning against the door jamb, watching her flutter from closet to closet, then inspecting the bathroom.  She even looked in the cabinets and he almost chuckled at her nervousness. 

His body was already reacting to her cute bottom sticking up in the air and the charming blush creeping over her soft skin. 
The blush told him that she was feeling exactly the same way he was, but wishing it
were
otherwise. 

He wanted her, no doubt about it, but he wanted all of her.  And soon, he’d get her.  He wanted her in his bed, in his home and pregnant with more of his children.  This time, he wanted to see her body swell with his child, her breasts
enlarge
with the milk that would nourish the babe.  He thought she was sexy now, he couldn’t imagine how incredible she would look once they started having more children. 

He wanted to grow old with her and share more memories together.  He’d have
that,
he just needed to convince her of his commitment. 

“Let’s keep on going,” he said, needing some sort of distraction to keep himself from thinking about wrapping his arms around her and feeling her softness press against him. 

“Okay,” Siri replied and followed him down the hallway.  She peered into the other rooms, not very interested since, if they chose this house, they wouldn’t really use these bedrooms for anything.  She really had no idea why he wanted such a large house anyway.  Except for the yard, she
supposed
as she glanced outside one of the bare windows.  There really was a great deal of land surrounding this
house
.  She had no idea that there were even houses like this so close to the city with so much land but she supposed that, if one had the money, they could buy anything.

“Is there a reason we need eight bedrooms?  We’ll only be using three of them, won’t we?”

Malik
looked down at her.  “The boys will be in the same bedroom, won’t they?”

She focused all of her attention on the laundry area, pretending to be fascinated by all the cabinets in that area.  “Yes, of course.
  It’s a good idea to have the laundry facilities on the same floor with the bedrooms.  It will be easier to get the clothes where they need to go.
” 
She didn’t really care where the washer and dryer were right at this point.  All she cared about was ensuring that Malik understood that she would not be sharing his bed. 

They were walking into the owner’s suite when he spun her around.  “Don’t even think that you and I aren’t going to share a bedroom, Siri!” he declared, his strong hands holding her wrists, pulling her close enough that she could smell his subtle aftershave. 

“We aren’t
going
to share a room, Malik.  We aren’t sleeping together again.”

He couldn’t help it
when she spoke like that
.   She’d thrown down a challenge and he wasn’t one to just let something like that pass by him.  He’d always been competitive, but having her say something like that was the equivalent to waving a red flag in front of a raging bull.  “You think so?’ he asked, his voice soft
and his body already aroused, not just by her challenge but by being with her all day
.

Malik’s voice was gentle, but she could sense the rising anger.  “Malik, let’s be sensible about this,” she said, trying to placate him.  “We’re not meant for each other.  We tried four years ago and you chose someone else.  If we were right for each other, then…”

“
You’d
don’t know all the details about four years ago.  Don’t make declarations on only half the knowledge,” he commanded, leaning forward.  “But even more important, you can’t claim you don’t want me, Siri.”

She frantically shook her head, praying she could push him away if he came any closer.  But already, her palms were itching to touch him, to feel him. 
“I don’t.  You have to accept that!” she said, frustrated that she sounded so breathless and weak. 
She pressed her hands against the wall just to make sure she didn’t reach out and do something stupid, like touch him.  S
he was becoming weaker by the moment as he came closer to her, his heat warming her body and filling up her senses.  She wanted this man, but she had to fight this attraction.  She’d gone through the hurt and betrayal once before, she couldn’t do it again. 

“Why do I find your denials not ringing true?” he asked rhetorically.  He pulled her closer.  “I think you’re lying to both of us, Siri.”

“I’m not,” she whispered, her eyes dropping to his mouth, watching with frustration and anticipation as it came closer.  Her mind told her to pull back, to show him with actions what she was saying with her words.  But her body, so desperate for his touch, ignored her brain once again.  Why she was so weak where this man was concerned was beyond her, but she couldn’t seem to pull away. 

And then his mouth touched hers and she didn’t want to pull away any longer.  She wanted to press herself against him, to feel his body’s reaction and revel in the power she had over th
is man.   “Don’t do this again,”
she pleaded, begging him to have the willpower that she couldn’t seem to muster.

“I must,” was his only response before he covered her mouth with his own.  He wanted her so badly and she was here, willing and soft and warm and lovely.  He wanted her like he’d never wanted any other woman, was anticipating her body’s welcoming heat like a drug addict needed the next fix. 

When his hands traveled from her arms up to her shoulders and pulled her closer, she shivered in his arms and that was all the declaration of her submission he needed.  He wanted her, she wanted him and they were alone.  He pulled her hard against him and when her arms wrapped around his neck, his own hands dropped to her waist, sliding down to her adorable bottom that he’d wanted to touch so badly while walking up the stairs moments ago. 

She’d been taunting him with her walk and she didn’t even know it.  He pulled her closer, needing her complete surrender and when he got it, he lowered her onto the carpet, his hands slipping under her clothing to feel her soft skin once again. 

He kissed her deeply, absorbing her moans into his mouth and feeling her rise against his hand, her heart racing as he pressed his hand against her breast.  He lifted up slightly and looked around,
astounded that he was actually making love to this woman in an empty house.  One that wasn’t even his.  Yet! 

He pulled her clothes off, uncaring of what was around him, which was nothing but hers and his discarded clothes at the moment.  And a wall of windows where anyone could look into since there weren’t any curtains.

He didn’t care.  She was underneath him and writhing with her own need and he succumbed.  Pulling her slacks off, he quickly came back down to her, covering her nakedness with his body.  And when his clothes hindered him, he stood up and ripped his own clothes off. 

She didn’t stop him.  In fact, when he lowered himself to the floor, covering her once again, she opened her legs, just as eager for his invasion as he was. 

“Tell me you want me,” he ordered, holding his body above hers, looking down at her, seeing the sweat against her own brow and feeling the impatience, the urgency of her body. 
Watching her
, seeing her body flushed with the heat of her own need and he almost gave in. 
But
he needed the words.  Wanted to hear her say it.  She’d denied it too often over the past two days and he needed those words for some reason. 

“I want you,” she almost screamed out, her body pressing against his.  “Please don’t make me wait!”

She’d said it, and she
couldn’t
take back the words!  With
exultation
, he moved against her, his body pressing inside hers and feeling her tightness close in around him. 
This had never felt so good, so right! 

He didn’t slow down, wouldn’t let her hide.  He pounded into her, showing her with actions that she’d been
lying
to him.  “You’re mine, Siri,” he said as he watched her face, moved in and out of her, pressing himself deeper and feeling her clench around him.  He almost lost it but he was determined to show her that they were perfect for each other.  And he also wanted to ensure that she couldn’t deny their attraction to each other any longer.  If this was the only way to get through to her, then he’d use it.  And they’d both enjoy the journey! 

When he felt her shudders start, he couldn’t help but let his own body find fulfillment.  He’d been a day without this woman, without feeling this incredible heat and passion and that drove him harder.  She was like an addiction, he thought.  One he wasn’t going to ignore or even fight.  In fact, he’d use it more and more to convince her that they were meant to be together. 

As Siri came back down to earth, she couldn’t help but marvel at what an amazing lover Malik was.  Not that she had anything to compare it to, but she heard other women talk about sex with their partners and she couldn’t contribute.  They would laugh at how inept their husbands or lovers were, how insensitive.  But Malik was incredible, damn him!  He knew exactly where to touch and how to move to drive her crazy.