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

smile. “Look who’s in charge now.”
    “Fuck, Samine,” he muttered, but she slapped her hand on his chest and lifted her body over him.
    Breathing hard, she hesitated only a minute before she finally slid over him. Inch by inch, she took him inside her. “Adil,” she cried out. “Oh, God.”
    He gripped her hips and dug his fingers into her. “Come on, baby,” he whispered. “Come on.”
    Leaning forward, she relinquished control and let him guide her down. Her jaw dropped, and she closed her eyes until he was all the way in. For a moment, she couldn’t even move. “Adil.”
    “I know. I know, baby.” He pulled her down for a kiss, and she began to move. With every thrust, the coil of desire only grew until she was frantic on top of him. The slapping of skin and their breathy moans filled the room. She tried to keep it impersonal, but there was nothing impersonal about what they were doing.
    It was supposed to be just sex, a release. She was supposed to get him out of her system, but she knew there would be no getting him out. Not now. He looked at her with intimacy, and she knew what he saw in her eyes. She couldn’t hide it.
    Desperately, she closed her eyes as she peaked, her body shaking but he reached up to squeeze her nipple. “Don’t. Open your eyes, Samine. Look at me.”
    She wanted to keep her eyes closed. She wanted to hide inside herself, but when she opened her eyes and looked at him, she couldn’t look away.
    “Samine,” he whispered and reached up to touch her lips. One last thrust, and she clawed her fingers into his skin and screamed as everything she’d been holding inside her came rushing out.
    Trembling, she held on long enough for him to find his release, and she lost all control. Collapsing on him, she pressed an open mouth to his skin and closed her eyes.
    He circled his arms around her. “I’ve got you,” he whispered in a quivering voice. “I’ve got you.”
    They were silent afterward. He traced his hands down her bare back, seeming to memorize everything about her. Samine was growing increasingly uncomfortable, despite having the best sex she’d had in a long time, possibly ever. But this moment was too intimate. It was just supposed to be about sex, she kept reminding herself.
    “That was nice,” she muttered softly as she pushed away. Searching the sheets, she found her hair band and pulled her hair back.
    He reached out and grabbed her arm. “You’re like two different people. A minute ago, you were as hot as can be, and now you’re freezing cold. You don’t feel anything, do you?”
    She stared at the wall. She could understand his frustrations. It was hard to keep the wall up during sex. More than just her body was bare to him, and he had no idea what he had just seen. He had no idea which Samine was the real one, and the problem was that she was starting to feel that as well.
    “There’s a difference between having no feelings and not showing any,” she said angrily as she pulled the sheet off the bed. He grunted when it slid out from under him, and she wrapped it around herself. “You want to talk about making judgments? You don’t know anything about me. You don’t even realize how easy you have it. No one expects anything from you. No one needs anything from you. You are completely independent and free.”
    “I’ve seen your body,” Adil pointed out. “You don’t have to cover it now.”
    “You are so frustrating,” she cried as she tucked the ends of the sheet around her. “What the hell do you want from me? You’re pissed because I kept you at arm’s length, so I sleep with you, and then you tell me that I don’t have any feelings. I try to tell you more about myself, and you comment about my nakedness.”
    “But you’re not telling me anything about yourself. You’re telling me about myself. I know that no one needs anything from me. If you want me to be happy, you’ll tell me why you’re stealing the crown from me.”
    Samine