Sheikh's Unlikely Desire by Sophia Lynn

horses like this. Far from offending her, a part of her did calm. She let the calm suffuse her body, allowing it to open her up.
    She guided her car into the garage of her condo, and the moment she put the car into park, Zayn took full control. With a gentle but completely dominant hand, he undid her bun, letting her auburn tresses fall down around her face. For a moment, he admired the fall of red, and then he twisted his fist into the loose hair at her nape.
    He held her perfectly still as he came in for a kiss. She had kissed him before, but there was something different about this kiss. Passion, but more than that, an evaluation of who she was and what she was. She could feel herself being weighed in that investigating kiss and knew she’d been found entirely worthy when he pulled back, his green eyes shining.
    “I've never seen a beauty like yours before,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. “I mean to possess it, all of it, tonight. Do you understand?”
    Leah nodded. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to submit herself to him utterly. There was nothing she would deny him.
    He let her lead him up to her condo. It was neat and clean, but there was no personality to it. If Zayn noticed the lack, that she had never made a home for herself, he didn't say anything.
    “Will you serve me tonight?” he asked, his voice throbbing with need for her. “Will you give me all of yourself with a clear mind and a willing heart?”
    “Yes,” she murmured. “I swore to serve you before, and nothing has changed now.”
    The smile on his face was beautiful, equal parts desire and victory. She was a victory to him, she realized, the strange woman who denied him at every turn until she fell into his arms at the last.
    “Such a beautiful prize I have before me,” he murmured softly, looking her over. “I want to see it. Take off your clothes.”
    Her hands flew to the buttons of her throat, but his large strong hand covered her. “Not quickly. Slowly. I want to savor what is being offered to me.”
    Leah's breath came faster as she nodded. She had dreamed of this, too, and her hands slowed.
    Button by button, she undid the front of her blouse. His eyes were dark, following her movements with a keen hunter's eyes. Every inch of pale flesh that she revealed only made him burn hotter.
    She kicked off her shoes and peeled off her stockings before sliding her slacks down her legs. She was short, but they were shapely, and she liked the way his eyes traced their curves. Now she stood in her black underwear, pausing to let him see everything she was. In the dim light, she felt like an ancient prize, indeed, something taken from a far land and brought before this enigmatic, handsome man.
    Her hands unclasped her bra, removing it slowly and leaving her heavy breasts to hang free. Her nipples were already hard. As a second thought, she reached down to pinch them lightly. She was rewarded by a soft groan from Zayn. His hands twitched, as if he wanted her, but then he went still.
    Taking a deep breath, Leah slid her panties down her legs, stepping out of them delicately. She could smell her own arousal, something that would have been embarrassing if it were anyone but Zayn. She could feel the triumph roll off of him as he stepped forward to take her in his arms.
    “I could fall down on my knees to be as blessed as I am right this moment, but there are other things that I need to do,” he whispered, his voice nearly a growl.
    She started to ask what he meant, but then he circled her wrists with his fingers and began dragging her to the bedroom. Her bedroom, like the rest of her apartment, was tidy enough, but the space was dominated by her queen-sized bed.
    She was a little startled when Zayn sat her on the edge and started to kneel. His intent became achingly clear when he parted her thighs and started to kiss his way up to the core of her. If anyone had asked her what she thought of this act before, she would have said that