The Prince's Intimate Abduction (The Samara Royal Family Series Book 2) (7 page)

She looked up at him, once again struck by how strong and vibrant he was.  Raven couldn’t stop the shiver of awareness that shot through her and her hand reached out to touch him, wanting to feel his strength with her fingertips. 

No, this was the woman in her talking.  Not the doctor.  She pulled back quickly, shocked by her thoughts as well as her actions.  Straightening up, she took a deep breath and pulled her eyes away from his chest and all of those overly enticing muscles. 

“I’ll go shower,” she promised, but wouldn’t commit to anything else.  “When are you going to get some rest?” she asked, in full-on doctor mode now. The man hadn’t gotten any more sleep than she had and he was still recovering.  He might look strong and vital at this moment, but his body was still trying to heal.  He needed rest just as much as she did. 

“I have some things to discuss with my men and then I’ll grab a shower.”

“And some sleep?” she asked.

He chuckled at her firm tone, enjoying her concern.  “Yes.  I’ll get some sleep,” he promised, not adding “eventually” to his promise. 

She looked at him and suspected that he was either lying to her, or not telling her the whole truth.  But she couldn’t read him and she was too exhausted, mentally and physically, to figure out what was actually going on. 

“Fine,” she grumbled and turned around, then stopped.  The house looked like any ordinary house from the outside but from the inside, it was huge.  Much larger than she would have thought.  “Um…where do I go?” she asked cautiously. 

He pointed up another set of stairs.  “At the top, turn to your right.  You’ll find the bedroom in there.”

She nodded her head and walked in the direction he’d just indicated, feeling the last six hours weighing heavily on her.  From the angle of the sun, she suspected that it was only about eight o’clock in the morning.  But she’d first heard the sounds of those men trying to gather around her clinic, obviously up to nefarious purposes, in the dead of the night so she hadn’t gotten much sleep.  She made a mental note to never escape out of a bad situation with a man like Turk.  He was too strong and she felt like a wet ragdoll compared to his vitality.  It made her feel too soft and feminine.  She wasn’t soft and she’d buried her femininity a long time ago, preferring to be seen as a competent doctor instead of a woman. 

Granted, the woman in her ached to be clean, to feel alive again.  A shower sounded heavenly and she trudged up the stairs, eager to wash the desert dust off of her body and scrub the grit out of her hair.  The woman in her wanted to be pretty again.  Not because of Turk.  No way!  She could never compete with the women in his past but she could at least be presentable.  And clean!  Goodness, she wanted to be clean. 

Raven couldn’t deny a bubble of feminine delight at the idea of a luxurious shower instead of the tiny cubicle that sufficed for a shower most days back at the clinic. 

She easily found the bedroom he’d mentioned since it was the only one on this level.  She stepped into the sumptuous room with an enormous bed that had the softest looking pillows.  She almost gave in to her fatigue and just curled up on the bed.  But she was too filthy and knew that she’d sleep better if she showered first.

There were two doors in the room and, when she stepped through the closest, Raven gasped in delight at the large bathroom.  There was a marble shower as well as a huge tub that she could soak in.  Raven turned away from that enormous tub and stripped off her clothes, knowing that a shower would be more efficient. 

Stripping off her clothes felt strange since she knew that Turk was in the house.  She was so used to sleeping in her clothes at night, taking hurried showers and rushing to her next patient or being woken in the middle of the night for an emergency that it took her a few moments to realize that she wasn’t going to be disturbed.  She could relax and enjoy this process. 

Although if Turk were to…she shook her head, refusing to fantasize about the big guy coming in and sharing the shower with her.  Nope, that was bad, bad, bad!  The man was off limits!  How many times did she need to tell herself that before it finally sunk into her head? 

She efficiently stripped off her dirty clothes and piled them up neatly before stepping into the warm spray of water.  It felt incredibly good and she closed her eyes as the stress and dirt rinsed down the drain. 

The shower was perfect, she thought as she lathered her hair with luxurious shampoo.  But as she finished with her shower and toweled dry, she could feel the exhaustion truly hitting her.  All she wanted to do was crawl in between the sheets and let sleep take over.  She looked around, but there still weren’t any clothes for her to wear.  Why they would magically appear, she wasn’t completely sure.  She thought about putting on her dirty clothes, but the idea made her cringe.  Unfortunately, exhaustion was pulling at her hard.  She was struggling to fight the urge to pass out. 

With a sigh, she pulled one of the throw blankets open and curled up inside of it.  The air conditioning was going full blast inside the house, making things extra chilly.  At this point, she didn’t even have the energy to turn up the thermostat.  All she could do was lay down on the bed, tuck her toes up into the blanket and pull the pillow closer.  A moment later, she was out, sound asleep.  She didn’t even hear the door open and close as Turk walked in to check on her. 

When he saw her laying in the bed, all of her clothes in a neat pile on one of the chairs, he almost groaned as lust hit him strong and hard.  She was naked and curled up in bed looking like a sexy angel. 

Everything inside of him wanted to gently pull the blanket away, to finally feast his eyes on her naked figure so that he could see all of her, unhindered by baggy clothes. 

He couldn’t touch her, he told himself firmly.  Soon, he reminded himself.  Curling his hands into fists by his side, he closed his eyes and worked hard to get his body back under control. 

It wasn’t working.  His eyes were too absorbed in looking at the beautiful doctor as she slept.  He rubbed his hand over his face and sighed heavily.  No, there was no way he was going to get his body back under control if he stayed here, looking at her and knowing she was so close and so naked. 

Forcing his feet to move, he walked into the bathroom and stripped off the clothes he’d been wearing, sighing when he stepped into the shower.  It took him a while to control the lust, but eventually he got his body back under control. 

He had some things to do before he could join the sexy doctor in that bed, but he would get them all resolved quickly so that he could focus his energy on Raven.  She deserved to be courted and taken out for a nice meal, to the theatre and…maybe he’d fly her to Paris for dinner at one of the famous restaurants.  And then he’d take her back to his apartment and show her how ridiculous that transference theory was. 

Transference, my ass, he thought as he whipped the towel from the hook and dried himself off, trying to ignore the renewed surge of need at the thought of taking his lovely Raven to Paris and making her his woman. 

Without looking in her direction, Turk pulled on clean clothes and quickly walked out of the bedroom.  He’d be back, he promised himself.  But she needed sleep. 

Raven sighed as the heat stole through her body, making her feel overly warm.  The light touch to her back wasn’t helping either.  She felt hot and…goodness, why were her legs unable to move?

“Stop thrashing around, Raven,” Turk grumbled as his arm snaked around her waist and pulled her more firmly against his chest and…was that…?  No way!

“You’re naked!” Raven gasped when she was awake enough to realize what was going on. She had to stifle a groan when she recognized the heat she was feeling against her back was his massive chest and she couldn’t move her legs because…oh my!  Because his legs were tangled between her own!  And goodness, she liked the way he was holding her!  It felt as if he was cherishing her, holding her close to keep her safe! 

A deep sigh, his nose nuzzling in her hair and then… “So are you, honey.  Go back to sleep.”

As the fuzziness of sleep slowly slipped away, her mind realized that the “safe” feelings were dropping off and she was feeling…feeling like she wanted to turn around and press her body against his! 

Raven instantly stilled as she inventoried her surroundings.  It was dark once again, the air conditioning was still blasting arctic air through the vents but she was no longer cold because…well, because Turk was behind her, holding her against his strong body. 

“We’re in bed,” she whispered, still trying to figure everything out.

“Yes.  You’re right.  Now go back to sleep.”

“What time is it?”

He grumbled but a moment later, he lifted his arm, reading the dial on his watch.  “It is early,” he told her. 

She was silent again as his arm tucked her close once more. 

“Um…early night or early morning?”  She had no idea what was going on. 

He nuzzled her neck, his lips coming out to kiss the sensitive place there behind her ear and she shivered.  “I have no idea.  And right now, I don’t give a damn.”

She felt his hand move up higher, cupping her breast and she gasped, her hand reaching out to grab onto his wrist, trying to stop him.  “What are you doing?” she demanded even as her body sprang to life.  Her nipples felt tight and there was a new heat lower, between her legs that was…embarrassing!

“If you don’t know, then I have a lot of training to do,” he chuckled and nipped at her earlobe.

“We can’t do this,” she told him, closing her eyes as he ignored her commands. 

He laughed softly, feeling her body arch into his hands.  His fingers were already exploring her breasts, finding her nipple hard and peaked, taunting him into tasting that hard peak.  “You shouldn’t have woken me up then, Raven.  I told you repeatedly to go to sleep.  Now,” he rolled over so that he was on top of her, the blanket pulled away and tossed onto the floor, “you will pay the price for disobeying me.”  And with that, he bent his head to kiss her neck once again, moving along her jawline until he covered her mouth with his own. 

Raven groaned again, moving against him so that all of his parts were better aligned with her own.  When she realized what she was doing, she gasped and pulled her hands away, pressing them against his broad shoulders. 

“No!  We can’t do this!  You don’t really want me.”

He laughed softly and pressed his erection against her leg.  “Want to bet?” he teased.  “I’ve wanted to do this since the first moment I woke up in your clinic, Raven.” 

She shook her head, trying to stop him when he started to lower his head again.  “No!  It isn’t really me you want!”

He nibbled on her neck.  “That’s an interesting theory, Raven.  Why don’t you tell me more about it,” and he moved lower, his mouth latching onto her peaked nipple.

Raven’s only response was to gasp as shock and heat hit her hard.  “You can’t…” she started to say.  But he could!  And he did!  And she liked it way too much!

“Turk,” she whispered, weakly trying to push him away even as her body arched into his, trying to feel more of him. 

“I see that you’re starting to understand my position,” he said and pressed a knee between her legs, making room for himself.  “I always knew you were a smart woman.” 

She closed her eyes, stupidly trying to maintain a level of professionalism but he wasn’t giving her any space.  And his hands!  Goodness, his hands knew how to touch her, where to touch her! 

“Turk!” she gasped when his hot mouth latched onto her breast and sucked.  It was gentle at first, teasing and nibbling.  But when she wiggled against him, her hips pressing closer to his, he sucked harder, drawing her nipple in deeper and she almost screamed out.  But the feelings were just too much.  She couldn’t handle this man, not like this! 

“I can’t do this, Turk,” she gasped.  Part of her wanted to move away from him but he kept doing that thing to her breast.  His mouth was teasing one nipple while his fingers tormented the other. 

“You don’t have to do a thing.  Just let me all do the work,” he told her.  He didn’t think he could handle her doing anything anyway.  His need was too intense at the moment and he pulled her hands away, holding them above her head as he nibbled his way lower.  When he reached her soft stomach, he released her hands and moved even lower, enjoying the scent of her femininity, wanting more, wanting to taste her. 

“You’re crazy,” she whispered, feeling his fingers on her knees and his mouth on her thigh. 

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked her, not hesitating for a moment. 

“No!” she gasped, thinking she would just die if he stopped at this moment.

“Good answer,” he laughed.  “Now open your legs, Raven.”

She shook her head.  “No, just come back…”

“Open your legs,” and he teased her knees to encourage her.  When he felt her muscles relax, he moved between her legs, loving this new position.  Blowing on her dark curls, he waited, his finger moving along her body, encouraging her to move her legs wider.  He could easily force her legs apart and she wouldn’t object, but he wanted her to give him permission, to accept what he was going to do to her.

“Wider, Raven,” he told her and his fingers moved away.  He heard her gasp of outrage and she moved her legs wider but not good enough.  His fingers moved closer, teasing and taunting.  “Wider,” he commanded once again.

Raven felt as if her body was going to explode.  This man with his magic fingers was driving her crazy!  “I can’t,” she told him, closing her eyes and licking her dry lips.

“You can.  And you will,” he said firmly.  His tongue traced the edges, causing her body to bend and arch, pushing her body into his mouth.  And her legs moved wider, giving his shoulders enough room finally. 

“That’s it, my love,” he said and his mouth moved closer, blowing and teasing, his fingers exploring. 

“Turk!” she practically growled and he laughed, enjoying the sounds of her torment since this beauty had been doing the same to him for the past several days.

“Patience, my dear,” and a moment later, his mouth covered her core, his tongue flicking back and forth.  He moved his fingers into her heat, sliding in and out as his mouth laved her sensitive bud.  He felt her coming close and pulled back, not wanting her to climax so quickly.  He waited until he felt her shift against his mouth before he continued.  Over and over again, he brought her right to the brink but pulled back, not giving her what she wanted.

“Tell me you want me, Raven,” he commanded, his finger and tongue flicking her nub. 

“You’re a bastard!” she breathed, her body no longer under her control.  She was his to command, his to control. 

“Not the words I want to hear, love,” he said and his fingers teased and moved back as a gentle punishment. 

“I want you!” she screamed, her hands fisting in his short hair before moving to the bed, grabbing handfuls of the bedding in an effort to regain some semblance of dignity.  But there was none.  She was just a writhing mass of need, controlled by this man.  “I hate you so much right at this moment but I want you!  Okay?  I want you so much it hurts!”

Turk smiled but he’d gotten his way.  His mouth and fingers moved back and he gently sucked and teased until she was screaming, his other hand holding tightly to her hips as she climaxed against his mouth, his finger deep inside of her and his mind just about exploded at the sight of her looking like an erotic goddess at his hands.

He felt her body slow and pulled away, gentling his touch as she came back down from her orgasm. 

Rising above her, he grabbed a condom out of the drawer, watching her chest rise and fall as her body slowly recovered.  Rolling the condom down his erection, he almost roared with victory at how replete she looked.

But he was in too much pain.  Seeing her like this, the soft, satisfied smile on her beautiful lips, made his body ache with the need to bury himself deep inside of her. 

“Raven,” he called out to her.  He felt himself throb when she turned those soft, silver eyes in his direction and smiled. 

“Thank you,” she whispered, shy once again. 

He laughed softly and moved back between her legs.  “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said as he gathered her closer.  His body pressed against her heat, feeling her tight sheath as it gave way to his erection. 

Her eyes opened wider, her body shifting to take him, to accommodate his size.  “Turk,” she gasped.  But her eyes closed and her fingers gripped his shoulders. 

“Are you okay?” he growled out as he pressed deeper, his body desperate for release.  But he wouldn’t allow it.  Not until Raven was right back with him again.  He wanted more for her, he must give her more.  She deserved more! 

“Not anymore,” she said and lifted her hips, trying to pull him more deeply into her body.  “More,” she begged, her hands sliding down to his arms and trying to pull him to her that way. 

He couldn’t believe how good she felt, her tight body so hot and wet.  Then her legs wrapped around his waist, her surprisingly strong legs pulling him in.  “Ah, Raven!” he groaned, feeling her body enclose his. 

He felt the resistance but didn’t think anything of it until he felt her stiffen for a moment.  But when he looked down at her lovely face, she was smiling once again.  “Raven..?”

She shook her head and let her hands move up his chest.  “Make love to me,” she whispered and had that come-hither look in her eyes that he couldn’t ignore. 

“My thoughts exactly,” he told her and started moving.  Slowly at first, but those sexy sounds she made when he shifted against her, he couldn’t hold back.  He wanted to make this last, to give her the most incredible pleasure she’d ever experienced.  But her body was too tight, too perfect and, as he looked down at her and saw the heat in her eyes, her rose tipped breasts, he couldn’t hold back any longer.  He moved his hand lower, pressing against that bud once again and, in only moments, he felt her body start to quiver again with her release.  He held onto his control, only barely making it until he felt her body climb over that edge into bliss before he let himself go.  He felt her body clench around his, her heat making him surge against her again and again. 

The climax was the best he’d ever experienced and kept going on and on.  It felt like forever before he opened his eyes again.  Looking down, he realized that he was crushing Raven and rolled over, taking her with him but he didn’t have to worry.  Her arms tightened around his shoulders when he moved, as if she was feeling the need to prolong their connection just as much as he was. 

Raven tried to get her breathing back under control but it was hard.  That had been the most incredible experience of her life and she wasn’t sure how she felt about all of this.  She felt his chest against her cheek, loving the feel of his arms wrapped around her but…

“You okay?” Turk asked his breathing still ragged as well.  His arms once again wrapped around her, pulling her closer so that her head was resting against his shoulder. 

“I don’t know,” she told him honestly. 

Her head wiggled with his rumbling amusement.  “I know what you mean,” and he kissed the top of her head.  “We were supposed to talk before we did that,” he told her, but he didn’t regret it.  Not one little bit.  “I was even planning to take you to Paris, wine and dine you and then…”

“Paris isn’t necessary,” she told him as she tried to pull away, to make sense of what had just happened. 

“You’re not going anywhere, so stop trying,” he told her as his arms tightened around her. 

Raven stopped struggling because this was where she wanted to be anyway.  It was wrong but she liked the way he wrapped his arms around her, making her feel loved and secure.  She’d pull away soon enough.  But right now, she was enjoying the fact that reality was far, far away. 

She didn’t know that she’d fallen asleep, but Turk knew the moment that she drifted back to unconsciousness.  Her body was always so alert, so aware of everything but when she slept, she relaxed against him, trusting him in her sleep. 

He didn’t think he’d be able to fall asleep with her soft curves pressed against him.  But the next thing he knew, he was rolling over, cringing as his wound pinched in protest and the early morning sunshine was streaming through the windows.