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CHAPTER TWELVE

CHARLOTTE sucked in sharply when his hands started work on the laces that anchored the bustier top to her body. Louise had tied them very tightly so that her waist was pulled in as far as it would go, the compression pushing her ribs in and her breasts upwards, giving her an extreme, hourglass shape.

She wore no bra. None had been needed, the top of her gown heavily boned and lined. Once Daniel got the laces undone, Charlotte knew that the top would fall from her body, leaving her naked from the waist up.

Just the thought turned her on.

She’d never been this eager to be naked before. Or to have a man’s hands on her body.

‘Aah, now I get it,’ Daniel said as the bodice went slack around her. ‘The top’s separate from the skirt.’

The freeing of her breasts from the skin-tight constriction brought with it a wave of melting heat. When he removed the top right away from her body, she swayed.

‘Hey!’ he said softly, his arms sliding around her just underneath her breasts. ‘Don’t go fainting on me.’

Her answer was a soft moan, her eyes fluttering shut as she leant back against him in blissful surrender.

When his hands moved upwards to cup her breasts she almost cried out, her nipples stabbing at the centre of his palms. As though he knew what they wanted, he spread his hands out flat and rotated his palms slowly over the taut peaks.

Charlotte gasped, then groaned.

He kept up the rotating motion till her breasts were swollen and her nipples so sensitive that the sensations he created were close to pain.

Just when she felt she could bear it no longer, he stopped. Perversely, she opened her mouth to protest. But before she could utter a word, he spun her in his arms and covered her mouth with his own.

His lips were hard, and hungry, his hands on her back just as demanding. He clamped her to him, kept her lips open and drove his tongue deep. Charlotte had thought he’d kissed her with passion in the lobby. But this…this was more than a kiss. This was total ravishment.

His reefing away both startled and dismayed her. Her eyes flew open to find him taking a backward step from her and running an agitated hand through his hair. His face was flushed and his breathing ragged.

‘What’s wrong?’ she asked.

He stared at her, before shaking his head, then smiling a rather wry smile.

‘I was going way too fast.’

‘But I liked you going fast.’

‘You wouldn’t in the end.’

‘How do you know?’

‘I know.’ He smiled another of those wry smiles. ‘Sheikhs know these things. Now I suggest you go get the rest of that dress off by yourself. Take a shower. And put on something more comfortable. Both our bags should be in the dressing room leading off from the bathroom. Or so I was told.’

Charlotte didn’t want to do any of those things. She wanted to stay with him and have him kiss her some more. And play with her some more, then just take her, without too much preamble. Her nipples were still hard but the rest of her body was in meltdown mode. She wanted him.

But she would not beg.

‘I won’t be long,’ she said, hurrying into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.

The sight of herself in the huge vanity mirror was a shock. How decadent she looked standing there, half-naked. Spinning away, she hurried into the adjoining dressing room, where she stripped off the rest of her clothes, not returning to the bathroom till she was totally naked.

As she walked over to the vanity to get one of the complimentary shower caps, she glanced at herself in the mirror again.

Louise always said she had a fabulous body. Charlotte thought it was good, but not fabulous. Her hips were a bit wide. But she looked in proportion and she’d never felt ashamed of it.

But she’d been brought up in a modest household where you didn’t flaunt yourself. Being totally naked in front of anyone had always been a problem with her, but especially the opposite sex. Mostly, in the past, she would undress then dive into bed and keep under the sheets.

Charlotte had long ago realised her inhibitions were a contributing factor in the ultimate failure of all her relationships, especially the one with Dwayne.

Strangely, though, she did not feel any of her usual shyness with Daniel. She wanted him to see her naked. Wanted him to make love to her, to be inventive.

Her hands lifted to lightly touch her nipples, producing a delicious quiver. She did it again, then cupped her whole breasts as Daniel had.

Her responses rocked Charlotte. Daniel wasn’t even here and she was finding pleasure in her body.

Louise was right. This had to be lust, not love.

It was a liberating realisation, because she didn’t want to love Daniel. She did, however, want to make love with him.

The bathroom door suddenly opening behind her had her snatching her hands away from her still throbbing breasts and whirling round.

‘I didn’t hear the shower,’ Daniel said as he entered and walked towards her, seemingly unaware of being totally naked. Not so Charlotte. Her mouth went dry at the sight of him.

‘Why don’t we share?’ he asked, and with one smoothly sweeping action scooped her up into his arms.

Charlotte didn’t object. How could she? She was having enough trouble just breathing.

He held her with one hand whilst he turned on both taps in the made-for-two shower, adjusting the temperature and the shower heads till he was satisfied. Then he lowered her carefully to that spot where the two sprays met in the middle.

‘My hair,’ she did protest when the warm water started streaming down over her head.

‘Don’t worry about your hair,’ he commanded, and pulled her against him again, not quite so roughly as the last time. But there was still an intensity in his body language which Charlotte found incredibly exciting. She liked to think he wasn’t quite as cool as usual, that she had rattled him today.

She could feel his hardness pressed against her stomach, evoking wild images in her imagination.

‘Are we going to do it here?’ she asked him breathlessly.

He frowned down at her. ‘Do you want to?’

‘Yes.’

‘Hell, Charlotte.’

‘What?’

‘You have to stop doing this to me.’

‘Doing what?’

‘Making me lose the plot. I’m the sheikh here. You’re the captive bride. You do as I say.’

‘Do I have to? I mean… I don’t want to wait.’

‘You might not have noticed but I’m not wearing a condom. They’re back in the bedroom. Can’t you wait a few minutes?’

She really couldn’t.

‘Unless there’s some other reason why you have to use protection,’ she blurted out, ‘I—er—I’m on the Pill.’

‘On the Pill,’ he repeated, and a shudder ran through him. ‘You shouldn’t have told me that, Charlotte.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because men will often say anything not to use condoms. Men can be very selfish. And stupid. I’ve always used protection myself. I’m somewhat paranoid about getting a girl pregnant. But you only have my word for that.’

‘Your word is fine by me,’ she said. ‘I know you wouldn’t lie about something as serious as that.’

‘God, woman.’

‘What?’

‘Nothing.’ He shook his head, splashing water all over the place. ‘This is going to be a new experience for me.’

‘What is?’

‘Being with someone like you.’

‘What does that mean? What’s different about me?’

‘Everything. Now shut up and let me kiss you.’

She shut up and let him kiss her and kiss her till she was squirming against him. Once again, his mouth burst away, his eyes flashing her a warning.

‘Enough of that,’ he growled, and spun her in his arms so that her back was to him. The water splashed down over her head and body, forming rivulets that streamed down.

‘Wind your arms back around my waist,’ he told her.

It was an incredibly exciting position, leaving her entire front totally accessible to his hands whilst hers were linked behind him as if she was, indeed, a captive bride. She could feel her heart thudding behind her ribs, her chest rising and falling.

Her heart raced even more when he dribbled shower gel over her breasts then started to caress them. The slipperiness of the liquid soap made everything more sensual and sensitive. Soft little sounds of pleasure escaped her lips every time he grazed one of her nipples.

When he abandoned her breasts and moved southward, Charlotte sucked in her stomach. When he passed beyond her navel, her whole belly started quivering. He was going to touch her down there. Her breath caught in anticipation and then his hand was sliding into the slickened folds of her sex. Every internal muscle she owned tensed, and waited. Waited and craved. His fingers slowly slid inside, moving as deep as they could before withdrawing a little then pushing deep again.

And again. And again.

Her breath began coming in short, sharp pants. Something was happening inside her. He kept touching something with each inward push, then sweeping over another highly sensitive part as he withdrew. Blinding pleasure mingled with an escalating frustration, a need for something that remained just outside her reach. Her muscles tightened further. Her mouth fell open. She wanted to scream. Or sob.

‘Oh,’ she cried out when the first spasm hit. ‘Oh…’

Charlotte had always tried to imagine what an orgasm felt like. Nothing in her mind, however, matched the reality of the experience.

But how could you describe such feelings? Or the sensations? They were beyond words.

‘Good?’ he whispered in her ear when it was over.

‘Mmm,’ was all she could reply. Suddenly she went all limp, her arms flopping back down to her sides.

‘Too tired to continue?’

‘Not at all,’ she shot back, snapping out of her momentary exhaustion in a hurry. No way was she going to waste any of tonight. Not if she could help it.

‘In that case, I think we should adjourn to the bed.’

She swung round to face him. ‘But I don’t want to go to bed.’ As much as the bed out there looked incredibly romantic and erotic, bed had never been a place where sex for her had been all that successful. She liked being in this shower with him. It excited her. ‘I’d much prefer to stay here for a while.’

‘Actual sex in the shower is not always a good idea, Charlotte,’ he said. ‘Not unless…’ His black eyes glittered momentarily. But then he shook his head. ‘No. No, I don’t think so.’

‘But I want to,’ she insisted, her hands lifting to rest on his chest. ‘Tell me what to do. Show me.’

Show her.

Daniel groaned. Didn’t she know he was already close to the point of no return?

His male ego had been pleased with having made her come. But it demanded more. He wanted her to climax whilst he was making love to her. But that was unlikely if he proceeded at this stage. He’d come himself in no time and she’d be left in no man’s land.

But he was tempted. Cruelly tempted.

‘It’s too soon,’ he told her. ‘For you.’

‘But not for you,’ she returned, her eyes dropping to where he was still erect.

‘No,’ he said ruefully. ‘Not for me.’

He almost jumped out of his skin when she reached down and curled both her hands around him.

‘No, don’t,’ he warned her. But she was already caressing him, moving her soft hands up and down his aching shaft. When she moved a thumbpad over the velvety tip, he groaned.

‘Good?’ she whispered, an echo of what he’d asked her earlier.

‘Yes,’ he bit out.

He grimaced when she reached for the shower gel and poured some over him. Hell on earth!

Now her hands slid so easily up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

‘Charlotte,’ he choked out.

She looked up into his eyes. Hers were big and gleaming with a wild excitement. She was genuinely enjoying what she was doing, this realisation shattering what little was left of his control.

He still tried to stop himself. This was not what he intended. He’d been going to be the master here, and she the pupil. It was clear, however, that she was not as inexperienced as Brad had intimated, for she sure as hell had done this before.

‘Yes,’ she ground out with elation in her eyes when he started to tremble. ‘Yes…’