Stolen by the Sheik (Black Towers Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

his cock seemed to thicken before her eyes.
    “Am I what?” he asked, closing the distance between them. He hooked his finger under her chin and lifted her head to meet her gaze. “Am I what?”
    Her breath caught as she stared at the golden flecks in his eyes. She had seen them before, first in the foyer of Black Towers, and then again in the alley as she was bandaging his arm. Each time she thought how it was such a contradiction – the warmth of the golden in his eyes didn’t match the intense, dark stare he seemed to always have when he looked at her. It made her knees weak. “Are you going to have your way with me?”
    “I don’t believe I’m familiar with the term.” He moistened his lips with his tongue. If you need help, I think something can be arranged."
    "I can do it myself."
    "Are you sure?" He slid his finger over her sides. "Because I'd be more than happy to help."
    Before she could respond, he tugged her shirt out of her skirt and slid his fingers underneath. Liv gasped at the feel of skin-on-skin, and Nayo used it to his advantage. Leaning forward, he invaded her mouth, filling her with his heady taste. As tingles spread out over her skin, she tilted her head and focused on kissing him back. He made a low, throaty growl as she ran her fingers up over his chest. He had a light dusting of hair, just enough to let her know that he was a man, not a boy. She slid her fingers through it and then wrapped her arms around her neck.
    "Olivia." Her name sounded so sexy with his accent. She groaned and inched closer, pressing her hips against his. He inched his hands up her sides, caressing her skin with his fingertips. With a flick of the wrist, he undid her bra. He paused just a moment, those dark eyes drinking in her face. He looked at her as though he wanted to devour her.
    "Is there something wrong?"
    "No, quite the opposite." Reaching up, he unpinned her hair and then lifted her shirt and bra off her body.
    "Amazing," he said as he tossed the clothes to the floor.
    "You like?” She asked, wishing she had his confidence. He nodded. "They're perfect. Now take off your skirt."
    She shivered at his commanding voice and moved to do as he asked. When her skirt landed in the pile, she started to take off her shoes.
    "No, leave them on." He stepped forward and hooked his finger under her panties. "But this you can remove."
    She held his gaze as she slid the thin, cotton fabric from her body.
    "Good," he said as she kicked it to the side. "Now hold your hands out to the sides."
    "Why?"
    "I want to see your figure and I can't with you hugging your middle like that."
    "Oh." She pulled her hands away from her breasts and held them out to the sides.
    "Higher."
    She frowned, but did as he asked.
    "Above your head."
    She noticed that his cock was getting thicker with each command. Excitement rippled through her as she obeyed him.
    "Good, now turn around."
    "Turn around?"
    He twisted his lips into a half-smile. "I want to see you."
    She started to lower her hands.
    "No, keep them in the air."
    She felt it was an odd request, but there was a part of her that wanted to obey. No, it needed to obey. Every time she did something he asked, a fluttering happened in her lower abdomen.
    "Do you have a problem?"
    "No."
    "Then. . ." He made a turning motion with his finger.
    She hesitated, then turned slowly in a circle. As she moved, she realized that every imperfection was open for his assessment. Every flaw and blemish his to critique. As seconds passed, she felt more and more uncomfortable.
    "Stop," he commanded.
    She stilled her muscles and glanced over her shoulder.
    "Look straight ahead."
    She jerked her chin back around front and started to lower her hands.
    "Keep them up." She felt his hands guide her arms back up over her head until they stretched straight above her. When they were finally positioned the way he wanted, he dragged his fingertips back down over her skin, heading toward her shoulder. Her skin heated under his