She could hear the whisper of a breeze stirring the leaves of the palm trees and the song of some exotic bird, but the silence from Ahsan stretched her nerves, and she wondered for one terrible moment if she had got it wrong—if he had been turned off by her inexperience or had grown tired of her already. His slow, sensual smile reassured her, and the molten heat that gleamed from beneath his heavy lids promised heaven."Come and swim with me, then, Kate," he invited, and before she realized his intention, he’d caught hold of her hand and pulled her into the pool, his mouth capturing her startled cry as they sank beneath the surface.The water was cool on her heated skin, but Ahsan’s body was warm when he crushed her against his chest and tangled his legs with hers, holding her so tightly to him that their bodies seemed to be melded together. Kate was out of her depth and clung to his shoulders. She had closed her eyes when he’d pulled her under, and, deprived of vision, her other sens
Ahsan suddenly stilled his movements, and his jaw clenched when he caught the shimmer of tears in Kate’s eyes. "You should have told me I was hurting you," he grumbled harshly, already withdrawing from her, but Kate slid her arms across his back and tried to urge him forward."You’re not hurting me, I promise," she assured him frantically. "Don’t stop, Ahsan." Please.’ As she spoke, she lifted her hips and wrapped her legs tightly around him, and after a moment’s hesitation, he moved again, gently at first, then harder and faster, bitterly aware that he could not fight his desperate need for sexual release.He had never been at the mercy of any woman, and he was always, always in control. But Kate blew him away. Perhaps it was the knowledge that he was the only man she had ever known, that her innocent, untutored body had found pleasure only with him. He didn’t know, and right now he didn’t care—because she suddenly gave a sharp cry and tensed beneath him, the intensity of her climax
Should she go and look for him? She had flicked back the sheets and was just sliding her arms into her robe when he walked back into the tent. She knew instantly that something was very wrong."What is it?" she asked urgently. ‘Hazem…?’Ahsan shook his head. "He’s fine, but my father suffered a heart attack two hours ago." He ignored her shocked cry and continued in a controlled voice. "Early indications are that it was a mild attack, but he will remain under close observation by his doctors in the hospital wing of the palace."He raked his hand through his hair and frowned at her, as if surprised to see her in her nightgown. "You must get dressed." We have to return to the palace immediately. Until my father is well enough, I will take his place as the King of Qubbah.Kate didn’t know why his words filled her with such foreboding. She’d known that King Kabir had appointed Ahsan as interim ruler until the true heir to the throne, Hazem, came of age. But only now did she appreciate the
As Ahsan had predicted, his team of advisors was waiting for him when they arrived back at the palace. Even on the journey across the desert, he’d had his mobile phone clamped to his ear, and Kate had sat silently beside him, lost in her thoughts. The honeymoon was over, and he had made it abundantly clear that he now saw her role as his wife as a walk-on part—or perhaps a lie-down part, she thought bitterly. But what had she expected? She had married him for Hazem, and he had married her for sex, and they had each gotten what they wanted.At least she had Hazem, she told herself later that evening, when she tucked the toddler into bed. She had missed him desperately, and his evident delight that she was back was a comforting balm to her raw emotions. She was Ahsan’s wife, a member of the Royal Family of Qubbah, and no one could ever take him away from her now.But as she prepared for the state banquet, her insecurities returned, and she felt sick with nerves. She had been horrified w
Clearly embarrassed, Aaliyah determinedly changed the subject to Hazem and how fast he was growing. But although Kate smiled and made token conversation, her mind was whirling. If Malika’s family had expected her to marry Ahsan, was she the woman he had been engaged to years ago—the woman Jamila had said he had loved? But, if so, why had they not married? It didn’t make sense, and she brooded miserably as she stared at Ahsan. He was smiling at Malika and clearly enjoying her company. Perhaps they had argued and broken off their engagement. Was he now regretting his lost chance to marry a beautiful, clever Arab girl who would have made him the perfect wife?From that moment on, the party became a blur of faces and stilted conversation with people she had never met before. She was sure they viewed her as an oddity, with her pale skin and vivid hair—and her glaring lack of sophistication. But until his father had recovered, Ahsan was king, and one of her wifely duties outside of the bedr
Her feet briefly touched the floor, and he spun her around, tugged her zip down her spine, and removed her dress before she had time to catch her breath. Her bra went the same way before he lifted her again and threw her onto the bed as if she were a rag doll, his eyes glittering with a mixture of anger and sexual hunger that made Kate’s stomach dip."At night, I’m happy to give you all the attention you could possibly want," he growled, his shoes, trousers, and shirt hitting the floor with barely controlled savagery until he stood in his silk boxers. "This is the only bed you’ll ever sleep in." The boxers joined the rest of his clothes, revealing his powerful, unashamedly aroused body in all its glory. "But I wouldn’t bank on sleeping for many hours yet."Kate stared up at him, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she struggled to control the wild excitement that was pounding through her veins. She was conscious that she was wearing nothing but a pair of tiny lace pants and the pric
He was suddenly aware that the children had finished their dance and everyone was waiting for his response. Kate had turned her head to him, frowning at his inattention, and he quickly clapped his hands in applause. Once the dancers had filed out of the marquee, his personal assistant Zaid appeared at his side and informed him that a group of local potters had brought their best work for his gracious inspection. Stifling a sigh, he led the royal party out into the blazing sunshine.The garden party continued all afternoon, and Ahsan was not in the best of moods when he strode back to the palace. He suddenly realized that he was too far ahead and slowed his pace, waiting for Kate to catch up with him. He frowned when he noted how pale she looked beneath her wide-brimmed hat. She made no attempt to speed up, and the dejected droop of her shoulders fueled his impatience."I appreciate that an afternoon spent admiring traditional crafts and customs is not likely to top your list of exciti
Despite the warmth of the early-evening sunshine, Kate shivered. "You’re talking nonsense," she said firmly, striving to sound confident despite the sudden lurch of her heart. She was perfectly aware of why Ahsan had married her, but he had given no hint that he wanted a divorce. Ahsan told me he was never engaged to you. She lifted her chin and glared at Malika, trying to ignore the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach."He wasn’t," Malika agreed, looking surprised. "I was engaged to Farhan; Ahsan was engaged to Farrah."The world seemed to tilt alarmingly for a few seconds, and Kate actually gripped the edge of the wall for support. Ahsan and Farrah! It couldn’t possibly be true, could it? "Jamila told me that Ahsan was in love with his fiancée," she said faintly. "She doesn’t know why the marriage didn’t take place."Malika gave a careless shrug. ‘Jamila knows. Everyone at the palace knows that Ahsan adored Farrah and that she eloped with his brother on the eve of their wedding.