The Jawhara Sheikhs 3 The Sheik's Captive Br

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looking up at the distance she still needed to climb to sit upon its back. At only 5 5 tall, and being
handicapped by the long flowing gown she currently wore, she had no idea how she was supposed to
mount the large animal.
Talib had followed close behind her and knew when she stopped she was trying to solve the
problem of mounting the large beast. Placing a hand upon her lower back, he dipped his head, Wait.
They will bring you a small step ladder. The rail of the saddle cage swings up.
He felt her lift her head slightly, looking for the opening in the cage, pleased when he felt her slight
nod. Lift the bar and sit down in a sidesaddle fashion on the cushioned seat in front. I will be right
behind you and will close the cage bar once I am seated.
PJ nodded her head, murmuring back, Sidesaddle?
Were you thinking to hike your skirts up and sit astride the animal. I assure you no proper
Jawharan woman would ever think of doing such a thing. They would rather walk than embarrass
their husbands in such a fashion.
You re starting to take this little ruse too far, don t you think? PJ softly asked him as the step
stool was produced and she began her ascent.
Not at all. Appearances are everything in an operation such as this. People will see what we
want them to see, and right now I want all of these nomads to see a successful trader and his precious
wife getting ready to head into the desert for a small journey.
Really? Don t they find it odd that two people, supposedly well-off people, are heading off into
the desert on their own?
No. They believe we are celebrating the anniversary of our binding ceremony by recreating the
way our relationship began. With me carrying you off into the desert and having my wicked way with
you. Talib finished this statement by climbing astride the camel s back and closing the gate with one
hand, while with the other, he anchored her against his chest, pressing her hips and buttocks into his
own and holding her there.
When she started to struggle, he whispered, Halt! Be still and do not fight me or the image we are
trying to create will be ruined.
PJ fumed at how he was manipulating while at the same time she was trying to calm her pulse,
which had quickened at feeling his body against her own. The man was lethal in more ways than one,
and a shudder ran through her at the feelings his nearness was creating within her. Just the mention of
him having his wicked way with her had sparked a maelstrom of images in her fertile mind; many
of which mirrored her secret fantasies.
He was all hard male, warmth, and the spicy scent of his cologne was overloading her senses and
making rational thought difficult. She had the strongest urge to turn her head and see if his skin tasted
like he smelled. Fighting that urge, she stiffened her back and tried to put as much space between them
as he would allow.
Talib was enjoying having her soft body pressed against him, and chuckled when she straightened
her spine. Nodding at the man currently holding the camel in place, he laughed outright at the shriek of
fright that came forth as the camel started to rise. Easy, habiba. The camel will think you do not like
him and take off running.
PJ squelched her vocalization, and Talib could feel the tension rolling off her as the camel finished
rising to its full height. The man handed the reins to Talib, wishing them both a safe journey before
sauntering off.
Talib dismissed the driver and other escort, and started the camel walking away from the camp,
heading in the direction of Sumari and their target. He could feel PJ taking slow deep breaths, and
quietly allowed her time to get her fear under control.
They had several hours aboard the camel before they had even a slight hope of reaching their
target. With the soft curves of PJ in front of him, her lovely scent filling his nostrils, and nothing else
to occupy his mind or his hands the next few hours held the promise of becoming very interesting.
Chapter 8
Khalil helped Shira from the plane, pleased to see that the palace guard was already in attendance
and waiting to deliver them back to the palace. Shira had spent the entire flight worrying about her
cousin, fretting over the health of both she and the baby, and cursing the men who had taken her.
Come, your aunt and uncle are already at the palace awaiting our arrival. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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