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Every fiber of his body demanded he take her fast--hard--deep.
No! A man who couldn't control his urges was not fit to direct the lives of others.
With fingers that trembled, Tariq cradled Kayla's face between his palms and gazed at her. As usual, her pale blonde hair was worked into a tight braid down her back, but a few pale tendrils had escaped. He wanted to loosen that disciplined rope of sunlight and watch it spread in glorious disarray around her nude form.
He'd been in a state of semi-arousal since she'd walked into the garden. The moment she'd settled so trustfully beside him, he'd grown harder. Now her tantalizing scent, her air of innocence mixed with feminine hunger, drove him beyond control--almost.
Determined to give her a choice, in spite of his body howling for release, he touched her forehead with his and said, "Kayla, I want to kiss you, not just your mouth, but all over. I'm telling you this to give you time to get away if you want."
Her silvery blue eyes turned darker under the stress of emotion and her lips parted in surprise. Instead of backing away, she leaned into him.
He swept his tongue into her mouth, tasting her complex flavors. She was the pure, hot, sweet wind blowing across the great sands. She tasted of warm moonlit nights in the garden of flowering delights.
Her hands gripped his shoulders. Her fingers dug into him. A low sound trembled in the air--a sound of sensual surrender.