Page 46 of Bred By the Sheikh

I rose from the chair.

Tariq pulled me against him.

His body was hard everywhere mine was soft, and the contrast made a moan slip out of me.

He broke the kiss just long enough to look at my face.

“Do you still want this?”

“Yes, I do.”

His mouth came back to mine.

We crossed the terrace badly, unwilling to stop touching each other long enough to walk like civilized adults.

Inside the residence, he led me through the opposite corridor from my guest wing.

He was taking me to his rooms.

My heart pounded harder with every step.

The bedroom was enormous, all dark wood, soft amber light, and tall windows above a wide bed.

Tariq closed the door.

Then he stopped.

We were both breathing too hard.

His attention moved down my body.

“Before this goes farther, I need to ask you something.”

My stomach gave a hard little twist.

“What do you need to ask?”

“Are you using contraception?”

I blinked.

The question cut cleanly through the heat.

“No. I’m not on anything that would prevent pregnancy.”

His expression didn’t change.

Tariq stepped closer but still didn’t touch me.

“If I fuck you without a condom, you could become pregnant.”

My thighs pressed together.

“I know.”

“I need more than that.”

My breath shook once.