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from his grip.
    He didn’t comment. Just clicked again and the camels went faster.
    â€œWhat do you want from me?” she demanded, but it came out sounding a lot more uncertain than she’d intended.
    In answer, his hand splayed over her ribs, his thumb grazing the underside of her breast. Her nipples zinged to attention. Her body sang with dismay.
    He put his lips to her ear and whispered roughly, “Everything.”
    Oh, God.
    Somehow she’d known that, too.
    She should be terrified. Hell, she was terrified. Had been terrified from the first moment she’d seen him coming for her—for there hadn’t been any doubt that he’d come for her. Not to rescue her from being lost. Not to tell her where he’d gotten Gillian’s note. But to take her. Capture her and bring her to his place of hiding.
    To his bed.
    She’d seen it written plainly in his eyes, even yesterday. Which was probably why she’d dreamed all night of his doing just that.
    She was terrified, all right.
    But more by her own reaction than by him, or by what was happening.
    Because, to her horror, she realized she wanted this.
    It was impetuous and reckless, and no doubt dangerous as hell.
    But she wanted him, oh how she wanted him! And everything he planned to do to her…
    He drew his bisht around her, the heavy native cloak protecting her from the wind and the dust. His scent, musky, masculine and already arousingly familiar, wrapped itself around her along with the thick cloth. By slow degrees, she relented and let her body lean back against his broad chest. She stoppedfighting his hold. But she couldn’t quite tame the trembling in her limbs.
    This was so unlike her. Never in a million years would she have believed herself capable of feelings like this. She was the one who listened to the stories and tales of adventure that others had experienced. Always the audience, never the teller or the one who lived them. Her fantasies lived strictly on paper, or in her dreams. Never in real life.
    But this was one fantasy she could not deny herself. It was as though the sensual smell of him held a powerful spell that worked its magic as she breathed it in. Tempting her. Arousing her. Seducing her to his will.
    On and on they rode, the smooth lope of the camel lulling her to relax more and more. She closed her eyes and lost track of time, acutely aware of the hard male body pressed into hers, the strength of his arms as he held her close, and the aching thrum of desire that pulsed between her legs.
    His hand slipped beneath the cloak and sought out her shirt, finding its row of buttons.
    She’d dressed in practical clothes for the trek into the desert, khaki riding pants, knee-length boots, long-sleeved khaki shirt, a Blue Devils baseball cap which she’d lost during the struggle.
    She held her breath as the man’s fingersmaneuvered the top button open. And the next. And a third. And then his hand slid over her breast.
    Her breath sucked in. Heat streaked through her flesh.
    His fingers tugged down the lacy edges of her bra. “When we reach camp I will burn this,” he said.
    â€œWhy?” she asked, momentarily stunned.
    He cupped her breast. “I want you free of encumbrance and ready to my hand,” he murmured against her hair. His thumb brushed over her nipple.
    â€œOh!” she gasped softly, a jolt of desire arcing through her. “Ohhh,” she moaned on a quivering exhale as he gently pinched it.
    And that’s when she realized she was in even bigger trouble than she ever imagined. Because as his hand closed intimately around her breast and her body caught fire, she knew she had no will to resist this man. She would do anything he asked of her.
    Anything at all.
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    Shahin had bespelled the woman. He had invaded her dreams. He had made her want him with a burning need matched only by his own. He had made her willing and pliable to his touch. To his possession.
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