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Adilan waved at the driver. “He has a picnic in the trunk.”
“You think of everything.”
He winced. “I wish I did sometimes.”
She wanted to start doctoring him at once, but she waited until they’d made it into Al-Hilah and had settled on the greenery under the palms. The driver had brought the picnic basket and had spread out a blanket, and then he’d returned to the car. Except for the birds overhead, they were utterly alone, sheltered by the sandstone mountains.
The rivers babbled pleasantly, the air caressed her skin, and Michelle pulled out the salve to tend to the worst of the bruises. Adilan hissed and winced as she dapped at his face. She pulled back and told him, “What about the parts I can’t see?” He pulled off his shirt. His ribs were coming up in purple and yellow. She frowned at him. “And the rest of you?”
Standing, he stripped off his shoes and trousers. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and Michelle could feel her face warming. Even though they’d been intimate yesterday, she wasn’t used to sitting outside wit
h a naked man.
Adilan lay down on the blanket as if naked wasn’t just a great look for him but was also the one he liked the best. She started dabbing arnica on the bruises.
Grabbing her wrist, Adilan shook his head. “You are wearing too much.”
Smiling, she sat back. “Really? And here I was thinking you were underdressed.” She put down the first aid kit and stood. She kicked off her shoes and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She’d worn a white silk shirt—it was about the only sexy thing she owned. Her trousers were khaki. She let them fall. Her underwear was clean and cotton. She pulled it off as fast as she could—no sense even trying to make it look sexy.
Adilan just kept smiling at her, his green eyes darkening in a way that somehow made her feel like Mata Hari
Grabbing her hand, he pulled her down to lie on the blanket with him. “This is new for me.”
She choked back a laugh. “Being with a woman? I don’t think so.”
“No, this.” He touched her cheek and let his fingers trail down to her breasts. “I have always been the brother with the most beautiful girl in the room hanging on my arm. It was the one area where I could compete with my brothers and win. But with you…I want to keep you to myself. I don’t need to show you off—I want your beauty for myself.”
The possessive tone in his voice sent a shiver through Michelle. “No one’s ever said anything like that to me.”
“Are the men in America all blind?”
She managed a smile. “I had a…my last relationship, he always said I was sensible.” Taking up the salve, she started to rub it on his skin again.
He shook his head. “I don’t need…”
She put a finger over his lips. “Yes, you do. Because I am sensible, and you…I’m not sure you really are.” Pressing on his shoulders she made him lay down.
Reaching up, he put his hands on her breast. “You feel amazing.”
She bit back a moan and stuttered, “I’m supposed…to be…dealing with your injuries.”
He grabbed her hand and put her fingers on his cock. “This would make me feel better.”
Michelle hid a smiled, but tightened her fingers. “I think that part of your anatomy might need a more thorough examination.” Leaning down, she pressed a light kiss to his hip, then to his flat stomach. She smiled at him. “There’s still one area of your body I haven’t examined yet for injury.” She trailed her finger tips over his ribs.
He gave a small wince. “Touch any part but there.”
“Adilan,” she said and shook her head. She stretched out beside him, wrapping her hands around his cock. Leaning over, she took him in her mouth.
He arched and gave a groan. She liked the salty taste of him, the feel of soft skin over his hard length. Closing her eyes, she let herself feast on him. The sun drifted down between the palm fronds, warming her back, her buttocks, and her legs. The birds sang, and the smell of the desert—and of Adilan’s arousal—washed over her.
Sitting up, she straddled his hips, brushing the wetness gathering between her legs over him. She closed her eyes and let the small spikes of pleasure slip over her skin. Adilan moaned again. Opening her eyes, she impaled herself on his hard length and pushed down.
Once she was fully seated on him, Adilan put his hands on her hips and gave another groan. “You are finding new bruises.”
She put her hands on his shoulders. “Lie back and relax.”
“Not yet.” He gripped her hips with his hands. She lifted up and sank down again, loving the feel of him inside her, filling her. She felt his body tighten and twisted her hips. He shivered, whispered her name and thrusts hard up into her. Pleasure swept over her—warm and relaxed this time, shivers racing down her spin. She pressed herself against Adilan’s warm, solid chest and he wrapped his arms around her.
