The Sheik's Secret Twins (4 page)

“I think you know the reason,” he replied, his dark eyes watching her carefully.  “I want you, but I won’t pressure you.  This is a decision you have to make on your own.  I could walk across this elevator and take the decision out of your mind and we both know I could, but I want you completely.  I want you to make the decision to be with me tonight of your own free will and not something you’ll regret in the morning.”

Siri looked up at him, her worried eyes trying to make sense of what he was saying.  Her body was still singing from his touch in the limousine and now he was promising her more, all uninterrupted. 

She thought about what he was saying, about the implications and with a smile, she stepped forward, right into his arms. 

“You won’t regret this,” he said as he pulled her up against him, burying his face in her hair. 

“I know,” she replied, her heart already pounding rapidly and he wasn’t even kissing her.  She was twenty years old and ready for this step.  She wanted very badly to know what it was like, but not badly enough to have sex with anyone other than this man with his strong arms, his intelligence and strength, his wit and the way he touched her. 

He lifted her up and carried her through the penthouse.  Siri wasn’t really aware of the passing rooms but she was very conscious of this man and how small and fragile she felt as he held her. 

“I’m going to turn on the lights,” he said as he lowered her legs down.  “I want to see you,” he explained gently. 

Siri thought about that and smiled her agreement.  She might want the lights off, but then she wouldn’t be able to see him and that would be a shame, she thought. 

With the soft glow of the bedside table illuminating them, he pulled her back into his arms and kissed her.  It was slow and thorough and he didn’t stop until the stiffness left her shoulders and she was clinging to him once again. 

His fingers were in her hair and she reached up, wanting to touch him as well.  As she moved against him, she felt his fingers against her stomach, and t
h
en against her skin and she gasped with the intensity of that touch.  When his hand cupped her breast she jerked backwards, her eyes surprised.  But then she realized that she liked the heat, the spark and she slammed right back against him, her hand reaching for his to put his hand back on her breast, moaning with pleasure as his fingers slid along the skin of her breast, his thumb moving against her nipple and she could barely stand as the heat surged through her. 

Clinging to
his shoulders, she gasped and moved her own hands up, reveling in the way he felt.  It was like hard silk, she thought. 

With a flick of his wrist, her bra was released and pulled off, tossed behind him and Malik pulled back to look down at her half naked body.  “You’re so beautiful,” he growled and lifted her up so she was laying on the bed, his arms holding him above her as he tasted what he’d just felt.

The moment Malik’s mouth covered her nipple Siri thought she would explode.  Her fingers were clenching the fabric of his shirt and she tried to catch her breath, wanting to feel his skin.  She tentatively unbuttoned his shirt and let her fingers slide inside, testing to see if he would be angry but his reaction startled her.  He came off the bed and tore his shirt off, then came back to her, his hand reaching down and doing exactly as she’d done a moment ago.  As his hand held hers, his eyes closed and she could see he was gritting his teeth as he moved her hand along his skin.  When he was sure she wouldn’t move her hand away, he released it and came back to her breast. 

She knew she’d found a sensitive spot when his mouth sucked harder and she ached with the need she didn’t fully understand.  It was almost painful and she lifted her legs, pressing herself against the erection she could feel on her stomach. 

Malik moved to the other breast and Siri wasn’t sure she liked this any longer.  “Please, no more,” she gasped as he teased her nipple, her body aroused to the point where she couldn’t take any more
.
 
Or
at least she thought that was the case.

“Much more,” Malik contradicted and moved down
to
her stomach.

As soon as his mouth was gone
from her breast
, she missed the intensity and wanted him back, but then he kissed her stomach and she loved that as well, the feeling
almost like a tickle, but much more intense. 

He slid her skirt off, taking her underwear with him and, for the first time, Siri felt self-conscious as he looked down at her as she was completely naked. 

“Don’t be shy,” he said as his heated gaze took in her long legs and slender waist, her perfectly rounded breasts that were just the right size for his hand.  “It excites me to see you like this, so ready for me and open, knowing that you want me almost as much as I want you.” 

With his words, she relaxed and looked up at him.  “Are you going to…
.
”

“Absolutely,” he said and efficiently dispensed with his clothes, watching her the whole time.  He suppressed a groan when she came up on her elbows, which pushed her breasts out further.  They were so perfect, so ripe and sweet, his mouth wanted a longer taste but she wasn’t used to that and he knew he had to take things slowly. 

His hand
s
slid along her skin, enjoying how soft and silky she was.  He also loved the way she writhed against the bed covers, looking like a goddess with the desire for him shining in her beautiful eyes. 

He was trying hard, but seeing her like this was making it extremely difficult to hold back.  “I want you,” he growled as he came back down, feeling her body against his without any hindrance this time. 

“I want you to, Malik,” she said and moved against him, her legs automatically moving to make room for him and he inhaled sharply as he felt her heat, so close to his erection he had to lift himself off her or he would push into her.  She wasn’t ready yet, but almost.

His hand reached down, sliding along her thighs and she almost closed her legs, afraid of this next step.  But as soon as he felt her resistance, he stopped and lowered his head, kissing her until she relaxed again.  When he fe
lt her thighs open for him once more
, he continued kissing her, moving from her mouth to her neck, then back to her breasts.  When he covered her nipple once again, she gasped and her legs lost all resistance.  His hand moved to her inner thigh, then higher and he almost lost control when he felt her heat, the wetness that told him she truly was ready for him. 

He moved slowly, sliding his finger inside her and shaking his head to clear his thoughts, control his body when he felt her clench around his finger. 
He moved his finger in and out of her tight sheath,
then
pushed in two fingers.  Her eyes were closed the whole time and he was free to look down at her, to watch her experience the joys her body could bring her without embarrassing her. 

When her hips pressed against his hand, he knew she was finally ready for him.  He slid his fingers out and positioned himself above her, pulling her legs around his waist and looking her directly in the eye as he slowly, as gently as he could, moved inside her. 

Her mouth opened in surprise as he filled her, feeling his body ache with the need to move faster, to go deeper but holding back so she could adjust to his invasion.  “It’s okay,” he soothed when she started to pull away and it took all of his strength to stop and wait for her to adjust.  When he saw her breath in once again, he pressed on, moving out slightly, then back a bit deeper.  He continued to do this until he felt her resistance and had to close his eyes. 

Gathering her close in his arms, he kissed her gently.  “I’m sorry
, Siri,” he said a moment before he pushed into her.  He held her in his arms as she stiffened and heard her gasp of pain against his ear.  Malik held absolutely still while she recovered, not moving at all until he felt her relax.  That was all the encouragement he needed.  Still moving slowly, he slid in and out of her heat, watching her face as she experienced pleasure like this for the first time.  He loved the way she moved instinctively against her, feeling her heat, the ecstasy of her body against his, clenching against him and driving him insane with the need to move faster. 

“Don’t stop,” she cried out when she thought he was slowing down.  Her eyes closed as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts and her fingers curled against his arms and shoulders. 

“Don’t worry,” he groaned and couldn’t help it when he moved faster, needing her and watching her face to gauge her response.  When her head fell back, he knew she was okay and moved slightly faster.  She took all of him, her legs lifting to take him deeper inside of her and he struggled to control his climax to ensure that she came first.  When he knew that he was about to lose control, he moved his hand down, teasing her and watched in fascination as she splintered almost immediately into her first orgasm. 

He could only watch for a moment before her climax brought on his own and he slammed into her as intense waves of desire washed over him. 

Siri’s arms relaxed and she felt as if her whole body were made of
Jell-O
.  The world could be falling apart outside this room and she wouldn’t even care. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, lifting himself off of her, but not letting her
go
.  He rolled over onto his back, pulling her close against him.  He loved the way she snuggled against him, her leg even coming up to slide against his. 

“More than okay,” she sighed and her hand moved against his ridged stomach, replete with happiness. 

He pulled away to clean up in the bathroom, but he was back in moments and pulling her back against his side.  “I’m sorry I’ve missed this,” she said, referring to the fact that this was her first time.

He looked down at her, his anger sharp and intense.  “You’re mine, Siri!  What we shared will be only between us,” he commanded. 

She was touched by his possessiveness, when in other men it would be irritating.  “I know.  I was just kidding.  I haven’t even been tempted by any other man.  You know that,” she said as her hand soothed against his jaw.   “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have made a comment like that.”

He relaxed and nodded.  “You’re mine, Siri,” he said again. 

“Does that mean you’re mine?” she asked, pushing her hair out of her eyes and lifting
herself
higher so she was looking down on him for a change. 

“Do you want me?” he teased, his hand sliding up her back, then down again to smooth against her bottom, making her wiggle and blush at the intimate touch. 

“I think I do,” she said with a grin. 

“Are you going to take me?” he asked and re-situated her so that she was
laying
completely on top of him.

“Aren’t I heavy?” she asked, worried that she might be too much for him.

He laughed and shook his head.  “You’re too light,” he countered. 

She moved her legs, but his hands stopped her, forcing her legs to straddle him instead.  “That’s better,” he replied, his voice husky. 

From that night on, whenever he was in town, she was in his arms, spending the nights with him.  He was so busy that there were periods when she only saw him once during the month. 
Other times he was able to get away twice and they spent long weekends walking along the river, holding hands and dining out.  But mostly, they spent their time in bed, finding new ways to love each other. 

She never said the words, but Siri was totally, completely, madly in love with this man who continued to surprise her.  He was older than her by twelve years but she didn’t feel as if he ever spoke down to her.  He listened while she
spoke
, helped her study for her exams,
even
gave her tips on research papers.  And never spoke about his feelings for her.  So she kept hers a secret as well, loving the man, but knowing there was a large part of him he kept secret. 

For instance, she still had no idea what he did for a living.  Every time she met him he was coming or going from one meeting or another.  When she asked him about it, he explained that he was negotiating a contract, but never gave her details about what kind of contract, or what company he worked for.  He seemed to be meeting with very high level people, but he wasn’t a name dropper, so she didn’t know who he met with or why. 

She knew he was extremely wealthy because his ‘apartment’ was the penthouse of one of the most expensive buildings in the city.  She also knew that he had several body guards and he hadn’t arranged for the limousine for her benefit, but because that was simply the way he traveled. 

She didn’t ask many questions about that either, not sure she wanted the answers. 

Six months into the affair, she was coming out of the bathroom, snuggled into his enormous white robe and rubbing her hair with a towel after her shower.  She’d woken about a half hour ago after spending the night in Malik’s arms.  She hadn’t gotten much sleep, but she didn’t come here for sleep.  She came to be with him, to make love with him and enjoy his company. 

“What’s wrong?
” she asked when he walked into the room, wearing only a pair of jeans.