Page 48 of Bred By the Sheikh

The dress loosened.

Cool air touched my skin.

I stepped out of the silk and stood in front of him in my bra and panties.

I almost folded my arms over myself, but I kept them at my sides.

Tariq took his time looking over my breasts, my stomach, my hips, and my thighs.

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

I swallowed.

He touched my waist.

Then he touched my stomach.

His palm moved over the softness there without hesitation.

“Look at me.”

I did.

“I want all of you.”

My breath caught.

He bent and kissed the curve beneath one breast.

Then he unfastened my bra.

It fell away.

His mouth closed over my nipple.

I gasped.

My fingers went straight into his hair.

I gasped his name.

He sucked harder.

Pleasure shot low through my body.

His hand closed around my other breast, thumb brushing the nipple until both were hard and aching.

I pulled at his shirt.

“This is unfair.”

He lifted his head.

“What’s unfair?”

“You’re still dressed.”

“That can be corrected.”