The Sheik's Reluctant Lover by Elizabeth Lennox Page A

between her legs and she gasped with the intensity of desire that slammed into her.  He wasn’t satisfied with that either.  Her bolero jacket was pulled off her arms and the zipper on the back of her dress slid down with determined hands.  By the time he lifted his mouth, her dress was bunched up around her waist and she was gasping for breath, her hands gripping the tuxedo material of his jacket and her eyes were closed, her body begging for him to continue. 
    “I like the fact that you think you can tease me,” he said roughly.  “But you didn’t follow my instructions Rachel.” 
    She opened her eyes slowly, her heart racing and her breathing ragged.  She didn’t care what he said, but she desperately wanted his hands back on her body, touching her.  When his leg shifted slightly, she gasped, her body jerking as the electricity, and something else she’d never felt before, sparked up along her stomach. 
    His fingers traced along the lace of her bra, one finger sliding inside to tease her already hard nipple and Rachel bit down hard on her lower lip, her head falling back against the wall and she gripped his lapels harder, pulling him closer. 
    Rais looked down at the woman who had driven him nearly insane with desire this afternoon after her phone call and almost cussed out loud.  He had her exactly where he wanted her, completely ready and more than willing for him to finish what he’d started.  But his guests would be here in less than ten minutes!  Damn! 
    A part of him thought about calling every single person and telling them to just stay away, but he knew he couldn’t do that. 
    He pulled her dress back up, making sure that her pretty lace bra was back in place.  He then smoothed her skirt back down over her hips, kissing her much more softl y.  He heard her breath, shaky and deep, and wanted to kiss her again, to bury himself inside of her but that would have to wait. 
    “You look beautiful,” he said softly.
    Rachel kept taking deep breaths, hoping to somehow get herself back under control.  It was hard, but she finally released her hands from his jacket and stepped away from him, holding onto the back of a chair because her legs were too unsteady. 
    “Thank you,” she managed to say, relaxing her shoulders and trying to figure out how to walk once again. 
    “Why didn’t you wear the suit I sent to you?” he asked, moving in closer.  He knew he should keep his distance, but she just smelled good and she felt even better. 
    She smiled, but looked away from him.  “It was a beautiful suit,” she replied softly. 
    “I thought so.”
    “But it had buttons down the front.”  She looked up at him, almost laughing at the irritation that flitted across his handsome face. 
    “And you just wanted to show me your independence?”
    She took a step backwards, almost laughing when he stepped right along with her.  “It had nothing to do with my independence, Rais .  I just wanted you to know that I don’t follow orders well.”  She watched him, her eyes challenging him.  “And the suit was too expensive.  I can’t accept gifts like that.”
    He shook his head as he stalked her several more steps.  “Rachel, you need to understand something about me.”
    “What’s that?” she asked, almost laughing for some reason.
    “When I give an order, I expect it to be followed.”
    “And if I don’t follow your orders?”
    One eyebrow went up with that.  “Then you have to face the consequences.” 
    He was just about to reach for her when the doorbell rang.  She slapped a hand over her mouth as she watched his expression change from lascivious to disconcerted at his plans being foiled. 
    He looked down at her as he shook his head.  “You think it’s funny?”
    “Yes,” she giggled. 
    He bent down low even as she leaned back over the back of the chair.  “Don’t forget, there’s always the end of the evening when the guests are gone.” 
    With that, he