Free The Sheikh's Impatient Virgin by Kim Lawrence Page B

and the only prince she knew existed in the pages of books and magazines!
    The blacked-out glass panel that separated them from the two men in the front of the car was back in place before Karim responded.
    ‘You want to get out, fine…feel free.’
    She tilted her head to look at him with confused suspicion. ‘What?’
    ‘I’m not kidnapping you, I’m rescuing you, Princess,’ he murmured softly.
    ‘I do not need rescuing.’ Not until now, anyway, she thought as his platinum eyes captured her own. ‘And I’m not a princess.’
    ‘You really do struggle with reality, don’t you, Princess?’
    The throbbing ache between her thighs was real and utterlymortifying. ‘This is not real.’ Any minute now she would wake up, and she would not be lying in anyone’s arms.
    ‘This is a theme I have already touched on, but as you are clearly a slow learner I will repeat myself…Saying something, even with shrill conviction, does not make it so, Princess.’
    Eva lifted a hand to cover the base of her throat, where she was conscious of a pulse frantically leaping.
    ‘Do not call me that…and I’m not shrill.’ Shrill would have been an improvement on breathy. The longer his eyes held hers, the stronger a hold the languid lethargy that had invaded her limbs became.
    She disliked the entire out-of-control floaty feeling almost as much as the man who had caused it…without even trying.
    What if he tried?
    This horrifying thought made the idea of flinging herself from the moving vehicle not seem totally crazy and actually, the longer she considered it, the better an idea it became.
    ‘Take me home!’ She clenched her jaw against a grimace, shocked by the undercurrent of desperation in her shrill demand. ‘I…’ The rest of the words were lost when, without warning, he leant across her.
    She froze, stopped breathing, stopped thinking, but carried on feeling …The sensual input was painful. His dark head was close enough for Eva to smell the scent of his shampoo, close enough for her to feel the heat of his body.
    The moment did not last, but it was long enough for a drugged lethargy to wash over her and invade her limbs, then the door opened.
    Eva didn’t move. She looked at her avenue of escape blankly and felt her stomach dip as she thought about the tensile strength in the arm that brushed against her breasts.
    He was no longer touching her, but she was even more painfully aware of the tingling sensation in her nipples and the mortifying gush of liquid heat low in her belly.
    He was all hard bone and muscle, raw and male…
    Her delicate blue-veined eyelids fluttered, her lashes quivering against her flushed cheeks before they lifted and their glances locked.
    ‘You should not fight it. Marriage does not have to change everything…You and I have been enjoying empty sex outside marriage. I see no reason that we cannot carry on doing the same within marriage.’
    The cynical observation hit her like a blast of cold air.
    ‘You make it sound so tempting.’
    ‘Your alternative, Eva, is there.’
    Eva followed the direction of his nod and looked out into the scene framed by the open door and discovered the car had pulled over at the end of the road where she lived.
    A peaceful, quiet backwater, that at that moment was neither peaceful nor quiet. She blinked, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. Had there been an accident…a gas leak?
    It had to be something pretty serious to bring TV crews with cameras here.
    ‘You wanted to go home.’
    ‘I don’t understand what’s happened.’
    ‘We have happened.’
    ‘Oh, my God!’
    It was hard to hear her horrified whisper and not feel a pang of sympathy, but the emotion did not show in his manner as Karim asked, ‘You still want to go home?’
    Eva continued to stare in utter bewilderment at the people, too many to count, milling around at the far end of the street. ‘But where did they all come from? Why…?’
    ‘Why do you think?’
    Eva, conscious of