Page 47 of Bred By the Sheikh

“I understand the risk.”

“Do you want a condom?”

I met his eyes.

“No, I don’t.”

His throat worked once.

“I don’t want one.”

“Tell me because you mean it, not because you think it’s what I want to hear.”

Three days ago I’d been in Omaha, yesterday I’d kissed him, and tonight I was standing in his bedroom telling a sheikh I wanted him inside me without protection.

I wanted exactly that.

“I mean it.”

He exhaled slowly.

“I want you without one.”

His hand finally settled at my waist.

“And if we do this bare, you understand I may come inside you.”

A hard pulse went through my pussy.

“Yes, I understand.”

“You want that too?”

“Yes, I want that.”

He kissed me hard enough that I stumbled into him.

His hand caught the back of my neck while the other moved over my hip, gathering sapphire silk.

I caught the front of his shirt.

“Take this off me.”

He kissed my jaw.

“You chose this dress.”

“Yes, I did.”

“I’ve been thinking about taking it off since you walked onto the terrace.”

A flush spread across my upper chest.

“Then stop thinking.”

A low sound left him.

He found the zipper at my back and lowered it slowly.