Free The Sheikh's Secret Bride by Leslie North Page A

muscles tightened and her world exploded in a shower of white-hot sparks as she came hard against his hands, warmth flooding through her body as her inner walls fluttered against his fingers. Over and over and over until she slumped against the cool satin sheets, sated and boneless.
    Before the last contractions subsided, Nassir raised himself above her and slicked on a condom, then poised his hard cock at her wet entrance. “Janna, I can’t promise this won’t hurt.”
    She wrapped her arms tighter around him. “Please, I need you. I know you’ll take care of me.”
    Heat flared bright in his eyes as he bent to kiss her deeply. “Always, kalby . Always.”
    He pushed inside her in one long thrust then held still, allowing her body to adjust to the size and length of him. She cried out at the sudden, sharp pain, her breath hitching. She’d known it would hurt, but not this bad. Still, the longer he remained inside her, the ache eased and something new took its place. A pleasant twinge of pleasure that only increased with each of his movements.
    “Okay, kalby ?” He panted, a small muscle ticking near his tense jaw. He stroked away the tears from her cheeks and moved tentatively inside her.
    Janna nodded and wrapped her legs around his hips once more, locking her feet behind his lower back. “More please.”
    Nassir grinned, all pure masculine pride and sexy seduction. “Your wish is my command, kalby. ”
    With each thrust, her passion flared higher and soon they were both teetering on the edge once more. Nassir reached between them and stroked her swollen clitoris once more, pressing gently against it, and that tumbled her into a second orgasm. He soon followed behind her, his body going whipcord tight above her as he came so hard inside her she felt it.
    At last, he slumped atop her, resting his head in the valley between her breasts while she gently stroked his hair. She’d never expected her first time to be in the luxury apartment of an Arabian Sheik she’d met only a few weeks prior. Then again, she’d never imagined she’d be engaged to marry said Sheik.
    Her day had shaped up to be full of unexpected surprises. But the biggest one was yet to come.

Chapter 13
     
    Two days later, Janna had Hamal take her back to the dress shop. She’d originally picked out the traditional Arabic wedding kaftan, but it had been her second favorite. Now that she would marry Nassir, she wanted to switch to the American-style gown she loved. The seamstress assured her she could have the adjustments done in time for the wedding in two days.
    She also stopped by the florist and the cake shop one last time, assuring everything was going as planned. Finally, she reached the palace again and strolled into the gardens to see that the groundskeeper had already begun setting up the red and purple tents that would house their guests during the reception. Different from what they used back in the States, but their burst of color suited the lush gardens. Satisfied with the progress, Janna wandered back toward the grand fountain then sat down on the bench to check her planner one last time.
    The last two days had been a whirlwind. Between spending their nights at his luxury apartment then commuting back here during the days, she hadn’t gotten as much done as she would’ve liked. Other than making love in the evenings, she and Nassir had barely seen each other. She sighed. At least he’d managed time in his busy schedule to have lunch with her today before returning to his office. Oh, and their dance lesson. She’d been more relaxed, knowing she wouldn’t have to memorize the steps and teach them later to someone else.
    Everything seemed to be falling into place. Everything except her family. Once she’d accepted Nassir’s proposal, she’d called her mother the following morning and told them the news. Nassir had offered to fly them all over for the wedding and cover all of their expenses as his personal guests, but Mom had