Adored in Oman (Book 2 in Teach Me, Love Me Series): Interracial Romance by Mariah Violet

fascinating. He remembered when he first met her and asked if he could touch it and she told him no. That had been the moment he began to want her. He loved she had boundaries and did not allow anyone to impose on her.
    Now, here he was, having sealed his intentions to make her his. His gaze wandered over her face and form, taking in the slope of her shoulders, the varying shades of her skin, evidence of a summer spent poolside. He admired her soft skin, running a hand along the side of her body, curving around her hip and down her thigh. After he had admired her from head to toe, he looked back to see her eyes were open.
    Shan drifted to awareness. The soft touch of Abdulla’s hand running across her skin had been enough to bring her back to the present moment. She opened her eyes to find herself being studied with an affectionate and admiring gaze.
    When they made eye contact he said, “You’re beautiful.”
    Whispering, “Thank you.”
    “You know this?” he asked.
    “My parents made sure of it,” she smiled as she responded.
    “I have to go; it wouldn’t do for your neighbors to see my car here in the morning,” Abdulla sighed, somewhat grumpily.
    “I know. It will be noon before you know it. We have another party tomorrow and then we leave for Al Ain the day after, we have hours to spend in the next few days,” Shan soothed.
    With that, Abdulla rose to dress. She curled up on the bed and watched him put all his clothes back on his beautiful frame. First, Abdulla donned his underwear, then pants, shirt, belt, sandals and watch. Shan watched as his strong legs, dusted with fine hair disappeared from view. She sighed when he slid a shirt over his broad, strong chest and pulled it over his flat, firm belly. He wasn’t a bag of muscle stuffed skin, but it was all very pleasing and firm. Also, he was strong. She wouldn’t soon forget the way he had thrown her over his shoulder. That had been kind of hot.
    “If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I will take it all off again and by the time I’m done with you, the neighbors will be breakfasting,” Abdulla told her.
    Grinning, Shan winked at him and said, “Can I help it if you are exceedingly pleasing to my eyes?”
    Sitting next to her, Abdulla leaned his forehead to hers and said, “Rest. I will see you at noon.” Then he kissed her and just as it started to get out of hand, he collected his self-control. “Good night, habbibti.”
    Shan trailed him to the door, wrapped in a throw blanket she had rescued from the floor where it had been flung during their passionate encounter and locked the door behind him. Then, she floated back to her bedroom and fell asleep the moment she receive the text that he made it home safely.
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Twenty
     
    The morning came as it always did, early. The sun was her usual assertive self, shining in windows all over Muscat, uncaring that many had the day off and were hoping to sleep a little later than usual. Shan was used to the impertinent sun and always slept with a mask on or nearby. When dawn first crept slyly into her window she pulled the mask on so she could enjoy her late morning.
    At the respectably late hour of ten, Shan rose and checked her messages. All was good back home, her mother had texted to see how she was and friends, old and new, had inquired about her uncharacteristic silence and absence. One had even asked, “Who is he?”
    Aloud she said, “Nosy,” before starting her routine. She showered, changed her sheets, dressed and made herself a lovely ‘I Have the Day Off’ breakfast. She had just finished the dishes and was about to enjoy her tea as she waited on Abdulla to arrive, when she heard someone at the door.
    Curious, but unsurprised, the teachers who lived nearby often popped by at the beginning of a walk to see if she wanted to go with them.
    She opened the door and saw two of the neighbor’s children.
    “Eid Mubarak,” the girls said, in unison as they offered