The Sheik's Mysterious Mistress (Friends Forever) (13 page)

She was no longer leaning against him, she was pressing herself closer, demanding more of him and shuddering when he pressed himself against her softness. “Damn you, Hassan!” she exclaimed, her hands fisting on his jacket.

“Tell me you want me,” he demanded, his voice husky and deep.

“I don’t want to want you.”

“You’re beautiful when you’re being stubborn. Tell me,” he ordered again, emphasizing his command with his thumb barely against her nipple.

Dana held her breath, waiting for his touch but when it didn’t come, she nodded her head. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I want you!”

When his thumb rubbed her nipple as she wanted she almost cried out with the pleasure but he covered her mouth with his, capturing the sound and giving her more.

He leaned back slightly and reattached the halter on her dress. With swift movements, he took her hand and led her quickly down the hallway. Once there, he slammed the door to his suite, then swept her up into his arms, carrying her over to the bed and placing her in the center.

“You’re beautiful,” he said with his husky, sexy voice while his hands threw off his tuxedo jacket, his tie and his deft fingers started unbuttoning his shirt. He leaned over her, unwilling to wait until he’d finished with his shirt before he touched her again, kissing her gently, then with increasing pressure as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Dana knew there were some reasons she shouldn’t be here. But when his hands pulled her dress down again, his mouth covering her nipple and making her gasp with the intensity of the pleasure his mouth was creating, she couldn’t think of a single reason not to be right here, right now, in this bed with this man and his magical hands and mouth.

“Touch me,” Hassan said and pulled her hands from the bed where her fingers were gripping the silk duvet, placing them on his chest.

Dana didn’t wait for another invitation, letting her fingers roam over his chest, thrilling in the light mat of hair and the muscles that flexed wherever she touched.

While she let her fingers roam, Hassan kissed his way down her neck, over her chest and made a slow trail to her right breast, sucking her nipple until she was moaning with the pleasure and her legs moved up, wrapping around his waist in invitation.

“I love the way you feel,” he said softly as his hand pressed her leg against his hip, moving into place. “I’m sorry, Dana. I can’t wait.” He wanted to touch her more, to feel her hands against his body and taste her just like he had last time, but after tonight, seeing her in that dress and speaking in perfect French, laughing with his guests and now seeing her with desire in her eyes, it was such a dichotomy and he loved the differences.

She shook her head, trying to tell him that she didn’t care about waiting, that she didn’t want him to wait. But her body told him for her, speaking loud enough for both of them to hear. Or maybe that was just her scream as he slid into her slowly driving her crazy with the need for him to fill her up.

“Don’t move!” she cried out but he didn’t listen to her. As he watched, he was amazed that she was already tightening around him.

He continued moving, using her facial expressions and sighs of pleasure as a gauge on how to move, slower and faster, creating just the right friction to take her over the edge. He couldn’t believe what a turn on it was to watch and feel this tiny woman climax around him and he pounded into her, finding his own release moments later.

When he could breathe once again, he pulled her close and sighed as he felt her snuggle into his side, her face pressed against his neck so he could feel her soft, sweet breath against him.

As his heart slowed down, he felt her body relax against him and he almost chuckled when she slid her leg up on top of his as if she needed to hold him down even in her sleep. He knew exactly how she felt, wanting to keep her safe but not sure what he was protecting her against. And that drove him crazy, until she snuggled up closer and he relaxed since she was right where he wanted her at the moment. He’d take care of ‘later’ when morning arrived.

Dana woke up, startled by the darkness and tried to orient herself. But the room was unfamiliar and she couldn’t place the heaviness she was feeling. As her eyes became adjusted to the darkness, she realized that she was in Hassan’s bed and her arms and legs were tangled with his, the sheets somewhere at the bottom of the bed and his body heat was currently the only thing keeping her warm with the extra efficient air conditioning cooling down the air.

She let her head drop back down onto Hassan’s shoulder and took a deep breath, trying to figure out how she’d ended up right back in his bed, the one place she’d been trying hard to avoid.

It was that damn lavender dress, she thought. The neckline had been too easy to release. Maybe she should get something more difficult next time. Then she sighed and shook her head slightly. It was more than just the neckline. It was the man. He had magic fingers. And magic lips. She looked over at him in the darkness and accepted that it wasn’t just a part of him, it was the whole package. This man’s body was pretty amazing, she thought as her leg shifted slightly to feel him once again.

But no more, she mentally chided herself and pulled her leg away. She couldn’t be “the other woman” and she definitely wouldn’t be a mistress to a man she….loved. She accepted the word hesitantly, feeling her heart clench with the pain even though there was a bit of joy in the admission.

Right now, she needed to deal with the moment and not the future. Slowly, so she didn’t disturb him, she extricated herself from his warm body. Sliding off the bed, she quietly picked up her dress and slipped it back on, finding her shoes by the door but her underwear was completely lost, an embarrassing state of affairs but she wasn’t going to try and find them in order to rectify her underwear free predicament.

With her shoes in her hand, she tiptoed out of his bedroom, glancing back occasionally to see if he was awake.

Dana slowly, carefully opened the door to his suite, then slipped out into the hallway and closed it behind her, turning the handle so it wouldn’t click upon release and wake up Hassan.

When the door was finally closed, she let go of the breath she had been holding and turned around, wondering if anyone had seen her slipping out of his rooms and praying she’d gone unnoticed.

Until she straightened, preparing to walk down the hallway and four men, all standing at attention, were looking down at her with blank expressions.

Since it was about two o’clock in the morning, her hair was a complete mess and she was holding her shoes in her hands, there was absolutely no way to pretend like she’d been in his room for any reason other than the truth. She was extremely grateful they didn’t know she had no underwear on!

“There’s really no way to sneak around this place, is there?” she asked with a grimace.

The four men, bless their souls, didn’t even crack a smile or change their expressions in any way. Nor did they bother to respond, since the truth was obvious.

“Okay, I guess I’d better…oomph!”

Dana had no idea what happened, but one moment she was about to walk down the hallway to her room and the next she was picked up and thrown almost upside down. When she finally got her hair out of her eyes and looked up, she’d figured out that Hassan had discovered her absence. He’d simply picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder and was now carrying her back to bed.

A glance at the four men before the door was slammed shut, showed that they were still standing at attention, all with completely blank expressions on their faces. She’d bet money that they started chuckling after the door was slammed shut though!

“Don’t you dare touch me you two timer!” she cried out, punching him on the back, the only place she could reach in this undignified position.

He stopped in the middle of his living room and looked back at her. “What the hell are you talking about, woman?”

“Put me down!”

He lowered her gently to the floor, but kept a grip on her arms, not letting her run or hit him as she glared up at him. “Explain yourself!”

“Farida? Your fiancée? How conveniently you forget about the woman who has been waiting patiently to marry you. Does she know that you have no scruples when it comes to sharing yourself with others?”

Hassan looked at her with outrage. “Is that why you were so angry with me two nights ago? Because you thought that Farida and I are engaged?”

“I didn’t
think
anything. She told me the two of you were engaged.”

“She’s lying. I have never proposed to her, nor will I ever propose to that woman.”

Dana listened, but the words took several moments to sink in. “You’re not engaged to her?” she asked in a smaller voice, the hope rising to the surface of her anger, letting her see through the red haze of fury she’d been in for the past few minutes. “You’re not going to marry her?”

“Of course not!” He put his hands on his hips and glared right back. “If you thought I was engaged, why didn’t you come and ask me about it? And more importantly, why did you sleep with me tonight?”

Dana couldn’t hold his gaze and her eyes sank to his chest. A very nice, very naked chest with that interesting dent in the middle of it where his rib cage connected. “I didn’t really….that is…I suppose that I might have….”

“You couldn’t resist me, is that what you’re trying to say?” he asked with a satisfied grin and his arrogance came roaring back.

She groaned and was about to turn around and walk out on him but he grabbed her by the arms and held her still. “Dana, with everything you’ve put me through over the past few weeks, I think I deserve an answer.”

“Fine!” she snapped and pulled her arms away. “Yes! I get a little….crazy when you touch me. Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Hassan didn’t say a word. He simply picked her up and tossed her into the middle of the bed. With one knee on the bed, he reached down to her, unclasped the neckline of the dress and pulled it off. “Yes. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear you gorgeous, annoying woman!” One moment he was standing above her, the next she was being hauled against him while his body slid into hers. She gasped with surprise when he easily slid into her warmth and she automatically raised her hips to accommodate him better. With her hands against his shoulders, holding on, she cried out with the pleasure he gave her.

Before he allowed the storm to climax though, he stopped and stared down at her. “You’re mine, Dana. Say it!”

“Yes!” She cried out and tried to move just that small inch that would take her over but he held her steady. “Yes! I’m yours. All yours!”

With that exclamation, he drove into her, giving her the release she needed so desperately.

When the storm had calmed and her breathing was almost back to normal, Hassan pulled her down, tossing one leg over hers, then promptly fell asleep. Dana stared up at the ceiling, wondering how he could control her body so completely.

She drifted off to sleep herself, snuggling against his warmth since he still hadn’t brought the sheet or blanket up to cover them.

Chapter 7

“Looking up places to hide?” Hassan asked, leaning against her office doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

Dana looked up at him, startled that he would ask such a thing. Especially since he was right on target. “Places to hide?” Why would I be trying to get away and hide?” She tried to look innocent and confused, but she suspected her expression just came across as guilty.

Hassan stepped into her office and leaned down against her desk, holding her eyes with his own intense gaze. “Because you witnessed a guy being murdered while in the subway of New York City and are a witness who could bring down an entire drug cartel since there were others standing by, the deputies of that cartel who seriously want you dead. So now there are several hit men out to try and kill you.”

She swallowed painfully. “Several?” Her voice was weak with the realization that more than one person was trying to kill her. She’d know there had been four men at the marketplace, but had convinced herself that it had been only one guy trying to kill her with a multiple pronged approach.

“You have a bounty on your head that’s impressive. At least, that’s what my sources are telling me.”

She slumped back into her chair, unsure what to do now. It was one thing when one guy was trying to get to her. But now there was a competition to kill her among professional hit men? Where could she possibly be safe from that kind of fire power?

“When were you going to tell me?” He sat down in her extra chair and watched her, noting that her face was pale and her eyes becoming frantic.

She bit her lip, trying hard not to cry. “Probably never.”

He stared at her hard. “You were just going to leave me?”

Dana didn’t like the expression on his face. It was hard. And dangerously blank. “Yes,” she admitted, unwilling to lie to him now that he knew the danger he was in. She couldn’t complicate the issue by half truths or outright lies any longer.

“And you weren’t going to trust me with this kind of information? You weren’t going to ask me for help?”

She shook her head.

He tried to remain calm in the face of her distrust but it was difficult. The woman he loved, the one who drove him crazy with her opinions that were so opposite his own but that he wanted in his life for the rest of his days was trying to run away from him and wouldn’t even ask him for help. “Why not?”

Dana looked away, unable to watch the anger and hurt on his face. She wanted so much to admit what was in her heart, but she was terrified of what he might say, what is reaction to her feelings for him might be. There was a long silence while she formed her answer. “Because these men are dangerous and I….didn’t want you to get hurt,” she finally said, hoping the words didn’t reveal too much.

Unfortunately, the idea of Hassan getting hit by a bullet meant for her was just too much to bear. She turned back to him and shook her head. “Just let me leave here. I….”

He interrupted her strangled words, finishing her sentence for her. “You don’t want me to get hurt.”