Free The Sheikh's Crown (Sheikh's Wedding Bet Series Book 2) by Leslie North Page A

silencing him.
    He met her kiss with an urgency, and suddenly there was nothing playful between them. The air grew hot and thick and she felt like her body wasn’t even her own as she lifted her arms up to wrap around him.
    He broke the kiss and stared at her. “Are you sure about this, Samine? Because we’re…”
    Bringing his head down, she stopped his sentence with a kiss. She didn’t want to talk. She just wanted to feel. Every bone in her body was melting, and it was just a kiss. Fear set in. What would happen If they didn’t stop? What would happen if he touched her?
    He slipped his hand under her shirt, and she found out. Sagging against the wall, she tightened her hold on him as his hands slid over her skin. “Adil, I’m going to fall,” she whispered into his neck.
    Immediately, he lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him. “I’ve got you,” he said as his mouth curved into a slow smile. “We’ve barely started. Do you think you can handle it?”
    Cocky son of a bitch. Rubbing herself against him, her eyes lit up as he moaned. “I think I can take whatever you can dish out, Adil. So let’s see what you’ve got,” she challenged.
    With a low growl, he pushed away from the wall and turned toward the bed, dropping her down and following her. She closed her eyes as he slid down her body and pressed his lips to her abdomen.
    “Seriously,” she murmured as she twisted under him. “We don’t need any foreplay. I am so ready.”
    “Really?” he said with a smile. Reaching for her pants, he slowly undid the button and slid the zipper down. “And how long have you been ready.”
    The ache inside her grew deeper every time he touched her, and she couldn’t stop from arching into him as he slipped her pants off. “Now, let’s see just how ready you are,” he murmured as he stroked a finger along her slit. She knew the fabric of her panties was soaked, but his touch only made it worse.
    “Stop playing,” she moaned. “Please.”
    Chuckling, he rose up until he could kiss her lips again. “If this is my only night with you, I’m going to take my time and do everything I’ve been fantasizing about.”
    She felt a nagging feeling inside her, and she reached up to frame his face with her hands. “Adil, are you doing this because you want me or because I gave in? I really need to know.”
    The smile left his face, and he stroked her hair. “This isn’t about power, Samine. This is about you and me. Do you think you can handle that?”
    “I told you. I can handle anything that you throw at me.” She reached up and wrapped her legs around him again. The sensation of his jeans rubbing against her skin sent spikes of desire ricocheting through her.
    Pulling away, he locked eyes with her as he undressed. Impatient, she pushed herself up and stripped off her shirt and bra. Spread out on the bed, she finally looked up to see him.
    Adil stared at her. His expression was completely unreadable, and she reached down to grab the sheet to cover herself, but he pulled it out of her reach. “Don’t you dare cover yourself,” he said darkly. “You are absolutely perfect.”
    Too much. Fuck, he was too much. Afraid she would say something that she would regret, she reached up instead and pulled him down.
    Perfect. The only one perfect in this bed was him. Sculpted. Toned. Smooth. She raced her hands over every inch of him and moaned.
    Adil seemed to know every sensitive spot on her body. He didn’t just lick her nipples and rub his fingers over her crevice. He caressed the underside of her knees and kissed the hollow of her throat. By the time he pulled her panties down, she was ready to beg.
    “Now,” she gasped. “Please.”
    “I’ll tell you when I’m ready,” he murmured, but she could see the sweat on his forehead.
    He wanted her. The muscles in his neck were straining, and she was ready to break. Wrapping her legs around him, she pushed until they rolled. Straddling him, she gave him a