Sheikh's Ex-Girlfriend (Khayyam Sheikh Series #1) by Sophia Lynn Page A

up again. Wherever he touched, she felt goose bumps rising.
    He removed her bra with a few deft movements, and then he slid her panties down her long legs, pausing to place a kiss on her inner thigh, the curve of her calf, and even the sole of her foot. She squirmed with pleasure at the touch of his body, but he seemed unwilling to touch her more intimately.
    She started to ask for more, but then he was leaning over her, his mouth covering hers. He kissed her deeply, and when she twined her arms around his neck, he groaned a little.
    “If you keep reaching for me, I won't be able to resist,” Nasim said warningly.
    “Good, that's exactly what I want,” Ella retorted.
    “Little minx …”
    Deliberately, she tugged on his thick dark hair, drawing a moan from him. She thought that she had defeated his self-control then, but after a deeper kiss, he drew back, a slight smile on his face.
    “I can tell that you are going to need a bit of sternness,” he said.
    Ella started to ask what he meant, but then he was standing up and going to the rack on the wall, where her light summery scarves hung. He pulled off two of them, and before she could quite figure out what he was about, he had tied first one wrist and then the other to opposite posts of the bed. She was stretched out flat on her back, her arms spread like angel's wings, and she looked up at him wide-eyed.
    “Nasim!”
    “This is what happens to impertinent little minxes who can't keep their hands to themselves. Now I suppose I should make sure that you don't kick, either …”
     Bringing actions to his words, he took another two scarves and just as quickly bound her legs. Now she was spread flat on the bed, completely unable to cover herself, and more significantly, unable to touch him.
    “Unfair,” Ella complained, but Nasim only smirked.
    “It is eminently fair from my position,” he said sweetly.
    “Wait until it is my turn,” she threatened. “Wait until it's you who's tied up and helpless on the bed.”
    His eyes darkened at her words, but his grin was unrepentant.
    “Those are some very bold words for someone who cannot move. Do you want to try and see if you can get away? Shall we see how far you get?”
    She struggled experimentally, but she found that the knots held. She was stretched on the bed, completely open to Nasim and what he would or would not do. When she realized that she was truly trapped, she turned imploring eyes to her lover.
     Nasim seemed unmoved by her plight, instead choosing to kneel between her legs and simply look at her.
    “Look at how beautiful you are,” he murmured. “I could simply look at you for hours.”
    At her groan, he laughed.
    “How fortunate for both of us, then, that even my stamina is not so great, hmm? But you are the picture of temptation, my love. I will not rush this.”
    True to his word, he came down over her, his body stretched over hers, with the bulk of his weight resting on his arms. He pressed his mouth to her throat, nipping gently and making her groan. She was so exquisitely open to him. She couldn't cover herself, she couldn't even turn away, and that only excited her further.
    His clever hands stroked down her body, running firmly from shoulder to hip but only glossing over her breasts. With just a few passes of his palms, her nipples stood up hard and erect. Only then did he drop his mouth to them, suckling on one while stroking the other gently.
    Ella whined deep in her throat, trying to press herself closer to him. For a moment, she thought he was going to move away entirely, leaving her wanting, but then he shifted so that one heavily-muscled thigh rested between her legs. She blushed to feel her most private flesh pressed hard against his thigh.
    “Does it feel good?” he whispered.
    “Yes, yes, please …”
    To her shock, he started moving his leg, pressing against her until she was pressing back, moaning deep in her throat. Perhaps it should have embarrassed her to be pressing