Page 50 of Bred By the Sheikh

He kissed my throat as his fingers worked me.

Every pass over my clit built the pressure inside me.

I shifted against his hand.

“I need more.”

He kissed me again.

“Tell me what you need.”

“Don’t stop.”

I rocked into his fingers.

“Keep doing that.”

His breathing roughened.

“Good girl.”

The praise hit me hard enough that I moaned.

“You like that.”

“I really do.”

“Then I’ll remember.”

He dropped to his knees.

My heart stopped.

“What are you doing?”

His hands slid up the backs of my thighs.

“What I’ve wanted to do since you sat across from me at breakfast yesterday making those sounds over pastry.”

My face flamed.

“Oh my God.”

He hooked his fingers into my panties and drew them down.

I stepped out.

Then I was completely naked in front of him.

Tariq looked up at me from his knees.

I almost covered myself, but Tariq tipped his face up to mine with such naked hunger that I lifted my chin instead.

His hands spread my thighs.

“Hold on to me.”

I held on to him.