Awakened by the Passionate Sheik (The Ladies of The Burling School Book 2)

by Elizabeth Lennox

  “Like this,” he replied, grabbing her ankles, pulling her closer and draping her legs over his shoulders. “Perfect,” he said, teasing her pink, wet folds.

  Tamara arched her back, opening for him even more. She closed her eyes as his finger trailed along her core, so she didn’t see, therefore, couldn’t anticipate, his mouth covering her completely. His mouth was relentless, shocking her with his ministrations. Before she could catch up, her body climaxed into a powerful wave of pleasure that rocked her world. Tamara clung to him, her fingers diving into his thick, dark hair as she held his mouth close while her body throbbed out her climax.

  When it was all over, her legs and arms fell to the bed, boneless as she tried to regain her breath. But Jurid wasn’t done. His dark, husky laugh warned her that more was coming. She heard his laughter only moments before his mouth moved higher along her stomach, kissing a path to her breasts. There, he did the same to each of her nipples, teasing and tormenting until she cried out, her body no longer lethargic. She wanted to curl up into a ball, but when his hot mouth teased her like that, she wanted to curl up on him.

  Vaguely, she heard the condom rip open but didn’t connect the sound to what was going to happen next. Looking over at him, she saw the condom in his hands. “Please, may I?” she asked softly, sitting up and wanting to touch him.

  “Be my guest,” he replied, handing the condom to her.

  She looked at the small prophylactic, then at his erection, but she was much more interested in that part of him and pushed up onto her knees.

  “You’re not concentrating,” he warned her. But she ignored him, pushing his hands away as she set the condom to the side.

  “It isn’t that I’m not concentrating,” she replied. “Maybe I just want a bit of vengeance.” Unaware of the mischievous smile on her face, Tamara wrapped her fingers around his shaft, exploring tentatively at first, but as he moaned, her confidence increased. And her curiosity. The sight of her fingers holding his throbbing erection mesmerized Tamara. That male part of him was fascinating and she explored it thoroughly. She’d wanted to do this last night, but he hadn’t given her the opportunity. Now that she had his attention, she was going to explore to her heart’s delight.

  Looking up and seeing the heat in his eyes, she smiled, unaware that her own eyes reflected the same burning desire. Up and down, her fingers moved over his shaft, feeling and exploring, delighting in the texture. It was both soft and rigid, smooth and…textured.

  Pulling her eyes away, she looked down, wanting…did she dare?

  Before Tamara lost her nerve, she bent down and took him into her mouth. Thinking that everything he’d done to her moments ago would also feel good to him, she let her mouth and tongue explore as much of him as she could. With her mouth closed over him, her tongue flicked against his tip, feeling and tasting, surprised at how much she liked this. What’s more, she loved hearing his groans, the feeling of his hands in her hair, tangling in the locks.

  All too soon, he lifted her up and pushed her back against the mattress. He loomed over her, his eyes a bit wild. “I can’t…!” he growled, his hips pressing her legs wider. “Now!” and he pressed into her heat, his eyes closing as she shifted against him, absorbing all of him into her body, closing her eyes as he went deeper and deeper. Her fingers curled on his shoulders and she wasn’t aware of her nails digging into the skin there. All she knew was that he wasn’t moving fast enough for her. Jurid kept up with the slow, steady strokes as he filled her again and again.

  “Faster, please!” she whispered.

  She heard his laugh, but couldn’t concentrate enough to figure out what was so amusing. Then he started thrusting faster, giving her exactly what she needed and she gasped with each shift deep into her body.

  Jurid watched with fascination and exultation as Tamara’s body writhed in a perfect rhythm with his. She wasn’t shy. At least, not when she was in bed. There were moments he suspected that she was embarrassed, but those moments were when she was dressed and outside of the bedroom. He loved those blushes and the lowering of her lashes, but he loved this woman more. The way she moved, shifting against him, told him that she was very close. He couldn’t wait until she started to tell him more, with words, explicitly what she wanted. He’d get her there, he vowed. Probably sooner than he thought. He didn’t want any inhibitions between them. He wanted her proud of her sexuality, demanding that he meet every one of her needs. Because she damn sure was fulfilling every one of his needs!

  She felt so damn good! As he looked down at her, Jurid realized that she was struggling. So close, but not quite there and her frantic eyes were looking up at him, silently begging him to help her. He’d been so caught up in his own pleasure that he hadn’t stopped to help her! Damn it! That wasn’t good.

  Lowering his body, he shifted again and again. “Relax into it,” he coaxed, remembering the previous night when he’d helped her with his fingers. “Don’t fight it, but roll with each shift of my hips against yours.”

  He could see her struggling still, not understanding. “Here,” he said and moved his hand to that nub. Soon, she’d do this herself, but right now, he wasn’t sure that he could handle that. Patience, he told himself. With patience, he would get used to her erotic nature and she’d accept it as well. Then they could explore more easily. In the meantime, the sex was mind-blowing. More powerful than anything he’d ever experienced.

  With only a few more thrusts, and with the help of his thumb against that sensitive nub, he felt her body tighten. It was slower this time because she’d already climaxed once, but he could feel her body climbing, her eyes growing frantic. Gently, not wanting to hurt her, he rubbed with each thrust, showing her how to bring her body higher and higher.

  And then it happened! Damn, he watched as her fingers wrapped around his wrist, holding his hand there as she cried out, her eyes closing as he thrust harder and harder while her body throbbed with her release. Only when she was almost finished did Jurid release his own control and let go. And even then, it was incredible how intense it felt to be with her like this!

  When it was all over, he curled up next to her, pulling her against his side. He could feel her breath against his skin and pulled her even closer, enjoying those soft sighs and the way she shivered with the aftershocks of pleasure. It was almost as if she were having mini-orgasms and he smiled into the dim light of the bedroom.

  Dim? Looking over, he realized that they’d been in bed for hours! Damn, how had that happened?

  Tamara snuggled against him more completely and he relaxed. This was why, he told himself. Tamara. His fiancée. His future wife. The mother of his…!

  He lifted his head, startled by his next thought. Then he looked at the side of the bed. The condom! It was laying there on the comforter. Unused. He’d just…he’d…!

  Lying back, he smiled up at the ceiling. He might have gotten her pregnant! The thought of forgetting protection while enjoying one of his lovers in the past might have sent him into a fury. But then again, he’d never, ever, forgotten to protect against the possibility of pregnancy.

  With Tamara, things were different. The way she touched him was different. Or maybe, the way he felt when she touched him was different. Either way, the possibility of her becoming pregnant, of that happening right at this particular moment, made his body grow hard all over again. Tamara pregnant! It sounded nice. Wonderful even!

  The thought of her being pregnant, of their child starting to form in her womb, caused him to want to start the process over again, just in case she wasn’t currently pregnant at this moment. He supposed that she couldn’t really be pregnant right now, since they’d only just had sex. Did it count if the sperm and egg were mating? Was that considered a pregnancy? Or did the fertilized egg have to embed itself in the walls of the uterus for it to be considered a pregnancy? Either way, he liked the idea. Loved it, actually.

  “What are you thinking about?” she asked, lifting her head and Jurid felt the soft swell
of her breast press against his chest. Almost instantly, his body hardened.

  “I didn’t wear protection,” he told her honestly, his hands moving through her hair, watching her eyes for any sort of reaction.

  There was panic for a moment. She looked over his bare chest to where the condom remained. When she looked back at him, the panic was still there, but banked. Almost as if she didn’t want him to see it. What Tamara didn’t realize was that she was an open and honest person. So, he could read her emotions in her eyes. Or in the way she bit her lip.

  His thumb reached up, soothing the bite away. “Would that be so horrible if you were to become pregnant quickly?” he asked gently.

  She thought about it, her eyes darting from side to side. “No. I suppose not. But…” she sighed, resting her chin against her stacked hands that were flat on his chest. “I’ll be honest, Jurid. I don’t want to be pregnant quickly.”

  “Why?” he asked, his thumb rubbing against her lower lip.

  “Because we don’t really know each other. We’re…”

  “We’re already intimate, Tamara. Perhaps a pregnancy is inevitable.”

  “No.” She sighed and rolled over. But because he wanted to see her eyes, he shifted with her. She stretched on her back, staring up at the ceiling. “Jurid, we might be intimate, but we’re barely friends. A pregnancy would be a bad thing right now.”

  “Why?”

  “Because we don’t know if we should even be married,” she blurted, seeming to be exasperated with his obtuseness.

  “That’s not going to change, love,” he told her, tamping down on the sudden rage at the idea that she wasn’t fully on board with their engagement. Although, truth be told, he hadn’t been on board with it only a couple of weeks ago. Remembering her father’s description of her, he shuddered. The idea of that bride for a wife, versus the beautiful reality, was horrifying.

  “What if we…?” she started to ask, but he put a finger to her lips.

  “How about if we get to know each other?” he suggested.

  She blinked, staring up at him. “How would that work?”

  “I have business here over the next week. Will you stay with me? Accompany me to dinners? I won’t interfere with your work, but I’d also enjoy learning about what you do.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He moved, sliding over her and making a place for himself between her legs. “I mean, that I know you like it when I do this,” he said and lowered his head to nip at her earlobe. “But I want more, Tamara. I want to know your favorite foods, do you like the zoo or the aquarium better? Are you a cat person or a dog person?” His mouth moved lower. “I want to know you, Tamara. Not the woman your father told me about, because obviously, he has no idea who you really are.” Looking into her dark eyes, he shifted again. “I want to know you. The real woman.” He reached out and took the condom, rolling it down his shaft. A moment later, he was back and pressed into her heat. “Will you let me know the real you?”

  She inhaled sharply as he pressed fully into her heat, her hands gripping his shoulders as her legs lifted, allowing him to press deeper into her.

  “Yes!” she gasped, arching her back to take him deeper into her body. This wasn’t the frantic pleasure of before. This was slow and sweet, a steady building of the intensity. “Yes!”

  “Will you spend the week with me?” He bent lower to nibble on her neck as he continued to thrust into her. “I won’t interfere with your work. But I would enjoy your company during some evening events.”

  She smiled, shifting slightly so that his thrusts were more perfectly aligned with her body, increasing her pleasure. “Yes,” she replied, smiling up at him. “I’d be honored.” She bit her lip, then shifted again. “And will you let me get to know you? Will you show me who you are behind the political mask?”

  He laughed, a deep, husky sound that just about took her over the edge. “I don’t wear a political mask.”

  She shifted again, her hands sliding down his back and she smiled when his hissed. “You do. When you’re out in public, you’re different from when you’re alone with me.”

  He shrugged and rolled over so that she was on top. “That’s the same with everyone,” he explained, showing her how to take control, his hands guiding her hips so that she could control the depth and speed of their lovemaking.

  “That might be the case,” she agreed, taking over the rhythm. Lifting herself up, she closed her eyes, then pressed back down, shivering when she took all of him into her body. In this position, she felt powerful! Arching against him, she felt the friction of his body against that nub and smiled. For a long time, conversation stopped as they moved together, finding the perfect rhythm. “Jurid!” she gasped, feeling him fill her up. But she was too slow and Jurid needed more. Flipping her over, he took control of their lovemaking, thrusting into her faster, harder. His hand reached down, teasing that nub and he held back until he felt the first quivers of her climax. Only then did he release his own control and enjoy his release, groaning her name as she trembled with pleasure. It was a slower burn this time, but somehow even more intense.

  He wrapped his arms around her as they worked to bring their breathing back under control. It occurred to him that he enjoyed holding her like this almost as much as he enjoyed the thrill of sexual encounters with her. And that was such a strange thought, he had to contemplate it later, mull it over and figure out what it actually meant.

  Then he realized that they’d stopped their conversation in the middle, not finalizing anything. He especially wanted to know about her feelings regarding children.

  While his fingers moved up and down her spine, he stared up at the ceiling, trying to figure out where he’d lost control.

  He smiled when he felt her lips brush against his chest. It was such a small gesture, almost as if she didn’t want him to know she was kissing him. But with Tamara, he felt every one of her touches.

  “You were telling me something about my private vs public persona?” he prompted, thinking it was different that he enjoyed conversing with her. He had never gone out of his way to talk to his previous lovers. She was different. Everything about Tamara was different, he realized.

  She twisted her head slightly, her dark eyes looking up at him from her perch on his chest. “I was saying how, with a man like you, your personal versus public persona could be dangerous to someone like me.”

  His eyes turned curious. “How so?”

  She sighed and sat up, pulling the sheet up to cover her nakedness. “Well, my father is…”

  “Why are you doing that?” he asked, his hand tugging at the sheet that was hiding her now.

  Tamara looked down, startled by his question. “Well…I just…” she blinked as she looked at him. “I guess I just feel a bit too vulnerable.”

  He shifted so that he was sitting up straighter, pillows propped behind his back. Then he reached out and lifted her up onto his lap, pulling the sheet away. “Don’t do that, Tamara. Don’t hide yourself from me. When we’re naked, I suspect that you’re more honest with me because of your vulnerable mindset.”

  She still covered her arms over her breasts, wishing that she had that sheet. “Jurid, this is…”

  “You were going to tell me what your father does that you don’t want me to do,” he interrupted.

  She stopped, sighing because she suspected that he wasn’t going to relent on this issue. Naked or not, she would be honest with him. “Fine. Naked it is,” she sighed, but shifted against his warmth, pressing her breasts against his chest. He was all muscle, so he was a bit warmer than was comfortable. But she figured if she was going to feel awkward, then so was he.

  Unfortunately, he didn’t seem as disturbed by the skin on skin conversation as she did. In fact, his heavy hands settled low on her hips, dipping even lower as she looked at him with a challenging tilt to her chin.

  “You were saying?” he prompted, but his hand slid around to the curve of her bottom.

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p; Tamara shivered, but instead of allowing herself to get caught up in the whirlwind that was his lovemaking yet again, she grabbed his wrist and moved his hand up so that it was on her waist instead of her bottom.

  “That’s better.”

  He laughed. “Better for who?”

  “Better for me. I can’t think when you’re touching me like that.”

  He grinned and settled back against the pillows. “I’ll remember that for the future.”

  She didn’t comment on his assumption that they would actually have a future together, choosing to focus on her biggest concern.

  “Back to the issue you asked about,” she said. “My father’s different personas are my biggest hesitation now.”

  “Now?”

  She shrugged one shoulder. “Yes. You’ve cleared up several of my concerns.”

  He grinned. “What were your other concerns?”

  The corners of her lips curled up. “Well, I assumed you were a jerk,” she admitted then felt the sting of his hand against her bottom and laughed. She gasped and wiggled. “What was that for?”

  “For thinking negatively about me when you didn’t even know me.”

  Tamara rolled her eyes. “Right. Like my father wasn’t singing my praises to you, lying through his teeth?”

  Another shrug. “Right,” he laughed, shaking his head. “I remember his assertions about you being docile and submissive.”

  She tilted her head. “Isn’t that what you want in a wife?”

  “Hell no! That’s one of the reasons why it took me so long to find you and get to know you. Your father told me repeatedly over the years that you were sweet and innocent, that you would agree with me on every issue, that you’d been trained not to have an opinion about anything that crosses my policies.” He shuddered. “You sounded pathetic when he described you like that.”