Chapter III
Alex was dreaming of houris, or rather of one houri in particular. Even in sleep he did not quite forget that he was an Englishman who favored monogamy. In his dream, he reclined on a couch, pillows behind his head, a goblet of wine at his arm and the woman of his evening fantasies dancing before him. Her hips swayed in a provocative prelude. She came closer, the rose and sandalwood scent of her wreathing him in sensuality.
She bent over him, her long curtain of hair sweeping his chest, her naked breasts brushing his bare skin with dusky-hued nipples. She whispered a throaty promise he couldna€?t quite hear. If he raised his head just an inch he could kiss those tantalizing lips, and then move on to those delectable breasts.
He levered himself on one arm to cover the small distance, his mouth taking the invitation of her lips. She tasted of honey and surprise, a gasp escaping her in a short exhalation of breath. Instinctively, he reached out an arm to steady her, meaning to draw her firmly to him. He met with unexpected resistance. In Islamic mysticism the houris didna€?t resist. This was an odd dream indeed.
Or no dream at all. Alexa€?s eyes flew open. Oh the woman was very real, that part was in no doubt. He woke to find himself holding the sheikha€?s favorite about the slender curve of her waist, the fullness of her breasts illumined through the thin cotton of her chemise by the flickering light of the tenta€?s lantern. The deep rose of her nipples had been no figment of imagination either. The chemise offered her very little protection against the proximity of his gaze and the lantern-cast shadows.
The resistance hadna€?t been feigned either. Her body was tense within his embrace, her eyes questioning and wary. Her plans for him had plainly gone awry. The very thought raised Alexa€?s well-honed sense of suspicion. He hadna€?t survived this long on luck alone. In his world, nothing was freely given.
Whatever shea€?d planned, it hadna€?t been seduction, more was the pity. Alex slackened his grip and she backed away. For a moment, he feared she would bolt. He moved his grip to her wrist, shackling it easily with his hand.
a€?What are you doing in my quarters?a€? His voice was harsh, demanding an answer. In the dim light he searched her for evidence of a weapon, to no avail. She was too scantily dressed to conceal anything on her person and her other hand was clenched into an empty fist.
Her gaze shifted infinitesimally to the dark heap on the floora€”a cloak most likely, a covering that had been discarded on purpose, leaving her virtually naked to his gaze. Another man might rethink the possibility of seduction, but Alex had been schooled in the Persian world where not all was what it seemed on the surface. His first inclination had been correct. Shea€?d not come to seduce. If she had, she would not have resisted his overture. She would have entered the game boldly with his awakening.
a€?Release me.a€? She ordered, matching his demand with an admirable hauteur of her own. Definitely an Englishwoman, Alex decided. He could hear it in her voice and in her defiance. Hea€?d known many women from many backgrounds in his time and had yet to meet any except perhaps the Americans who matched an Englishwoman in boldness when cornered.
a€?I want answers.a€? He replied. a€?What have you come here for? Is it the custom of the sheikh to send uninvited women to his guestsa€? tents?a€? If she said yes, hea€?d know she was lying. It might indeed be the sheikha€?s custom; hea€?d met tribes where the practice was not uncommon as an act of hospitality. But the sheikh would not send his favorite, not after what Alex had witnessed in Bassama€?s response earlier that night.
She tossed her magnificent length of hair in a haughty maneuver. a€?I came to talk.a€? She shot her eyes at his hand gripping her wrist.
a€?Naked? I was unaware of that particular desert custom.a€? She might have been better off with the sent-by-the-sheikh-defense after all.
Her blue eyes flashed. a€?Ita€?s the truth.a€? She tugged against his grip in her irritation. a€?I have no reason to lie to you.a€?
a€?I have no reason to believe you. Perhaps the sheikh has sent you to ferret out my secrets, my reasons for being here. It is convenient for you to come while Ia€?m alone.a€? Alex raised a querying brow. a€?All the better for conquering and dividing, eh?a€?
a€?Thata€?s ridiculous logic.a€? She spat. a€?Why would the sheikh send an Englishwoman to a compatriot? It would be tantamount to asking us to conspire against him.a€?
a€?Would it?a€? Alex shrugged with feigned nonchalance, his mind rapidly sorting and discarding scenarios. What did she want that she would steal into a sleeping mana€?s quarters and stand before him virtually unclothed? a€?Perhaps the sheikh has offered you something of value in exchange for whatever services hea€?s sent you to perform.a€? He raked her body deliberately with his eyes. There was no mistaking what a€?servicesa€? he suspected she offered.
a€?Ia€?m not here to seduce you.a€? She stammered, her nerve failing her for a moment. Alex watched her realize how exposed she was to his gaze, how little the fabric hid and how much the candle showed. a€?Ia€?m here to talk.a€?
a€?Then leta€?s talk.a€? Alex smiled wickedly, rising from the bed of blankets, the coverlet slipping from his body to reveal the unabashed glory of a naked man, aroused and not the least bit self-conscious over it. Indeed, there was nothing to be embarrassed about. His body was tanned from the tawny streaks in his blond hair to the muscled curves of his calves, implying that he engaged in nakedness quite often to have acquired so even a tan. Not even his buttocks had hidden from the suna€?s kiss. The thought brought a blush to her cheeks.
He stalked her, circling on purpose, with a wicked smile. a€?Nakedness can be a bit distractinga€|.a€?
Stopping his pacing, he eyed her critically. a€?Is that why you dressed thus for our a€?talk,a€? my dear? Did you mean to distract me with your charms while you did whatever it was you meant to do? That part of your plan is working admirably, as you can see.a€? He cast an obvious glance downwards to his engorged member.
She blushed furiously, desperately. He could see the flush of her skin even in the dim light. The act was entirely winsome and convincingly pure. It kept him unusually off balance. It seemed hea€?d discomfited the little temptress. Well, good. She needed to know there were consequences for her actions, for her as well as for him. Two could play this enticing game of a€?naked interrogation.a€?
a€?Distract you? To what end?a€? She challenged, finding her wits. a€?I carry no weapon with which to do you harm.a€? She protested, holding her arms wide from her side. a€?As you have noted, I have no place to conceal a weapon.a€?
Alex knew the gesture cost her greatly. She knew by now how visibly exposed she was to him, that her modesty had been surrendered from the beginning and hea€?d made her acutely aware of it. She played the voluptuous, pure houri of the Koran so exquisitely, Alex nearly believed her. Hea€?d seen the same innocence before as shea€?d danced. But no innocent came so wantonly displayed.
He began circling her again. a€?No weapon? I beg to differ, my lady. You, in and of yourself, are the most perfect of weapons for driving a man to distraction and much else.a€?
In a swift move, he fettered her wrists in his grasp, lifting them immobile over her head. She gasped, her eyes wide with startled wonder and perhaps a little fear. Had someone threatened her in the past? Alex met her gaze with a knowing smile, recognizing the first signs of her passionate cravings. He was not the only one affected by their game. Desire enlarged the dark pupils of her eyes. Even now he caught the essence of her arousal mingled with the scent of her roses, her wonder winning out over whatever she feared.
a€?Shall I show you all the ways you distract a man?a€? His voice was a husky whisper, meant to compel. Dexterously, Alex slid the buttons of the chemise free of their loops, giving his hand access to the warm skin beneath. His hand skimmed the length of her torso, feeling her tremble beneath the stroking caress before returning to cup each full breast, taking them by turn completely in the palm of his hand. He ran the pad of his thumb ever so lightly over the peaks of her breasts, calling them to life beneath his caress.
a€?What are you doing to me?a€? she managed, her voice nothing more than a sob of pleasure.
He whispered close to her ear, his attentions turned now to her throat. a€?Making love to you.a€? His mouth dropped to her breasts, suckling, delighting in her untutored response, part shock at the intimacy of the act and part honest woman enjoying the passion. a€?A man would do anything to claim this body,a€? God knew he would, was in fact about to do just that no matter the risk. He was blind to all else in these moments but the bounty before him. He was nearly driven to the brink of his control by the firm fruits of her breasts, the scent of her, the innocent responses of her body. Houri, spy, sheikha€?s tool, increasingly, he cared not.
a€?Let go off my hands.a€? She begged with a whimper, her desire mounting to the point of insensibility.
He nipped at her neck. a€?No, I like you entirely at my disposal. You like it too, your body admits it, your body trusts me, let your mind do the same.a€? He reached around her, drawing her against him with one arm so that she could feel his erection against her bare skin. He kissed her full on the mouth, stifling her pro forma protests as his hand dropped to between her legs. Her mouth opened under his with a silent gasp of pleasure. Christ, she was beautiful.
a€?a€?Thus it shall be, that we shall pair, in these gardens will be mates of modest gaze whom neither man nor invisible being will have touched ere then.a€?a€? He quoted between kisses, his breathing heavy. There was a reason the Koran equated the houris of Muslim lore with an ecstatic awareness of Allah.
She cried out, taken by early waves of pleasure and Alex knew all resistance had been swept aside in the wake of her passions. He would take her, and they would know mutual fulfillment together this night, whatever other less-pleasant agendas lay between them.
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Susannah was oblivious to all else but the feel of Alexa€?s hands on her body, coaxing it to extraordinary levels of pleasure. He covered her entirely, all thoughts of her plans and escapes fleeing her mind in the wake of this new world of ecstasy.
Alex rose above her, golden and strong, his knee parting her thighs with little opposition, the desire in his gaze mesmerizing. Then he shifted, his body lowering, entering her, surging hard into her until she cried out. She was full of him and yet, arching her body wantonly into his, it still wasna€?t enough. Suddenly there was pain, a shocking realization amid all the pleasure.
She cried out against it, but he was already pressing forward and when the recognition hit him, it was too late. A look of surprise crossed his features, his body stilled momentarily inside her, but passions were too high for them to stop. Even now the pain was subsiding and her body reached for the promise of awaiting pleasure. Her legs wrapped about his waist, trapping him to her, a€?Please,a€? Susannah whispered.
It was all the invitation Alex needed. His body answered the call to passion, full-sheathed within her, until climax took her and she cried her release into his shoulder, feeling him shudder deep inside her.