CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Eva watched Riaz drop the heavy flap of the tent entrance closed behind him and felt a sudden calm descend upon the interior of the tent.
She stood a few feet away from Riaz and peered at him as he moved steadily toward her. He moved with cat-like grace. His brows were furrowed and, in the soft light of the interior, Eva could see the same hunger for her on his features that she'd seen minutes before down at the pool.
Riaz paused before her, still draped in his white robe. His gaze ran down the length of her body. She was still dressed in her bra and panties, having discarded her other clothing upon entering the tent.
Now they were completely alone, she told herself. What he'd told her down at the pool had turned out to be true. The encampment was completely deserted. As she'd come back into the camp she'd seen no sign of anyone.
It was only herself and Riaz.
Eva drew in a deep breath. Her heart was pounding, her pulse racing furiously. Her skin was cooler here in the tent, but it was a relief to be out of the heat of the midday sun. Maybe she was about to experience a completely different kind of heat, she told herself, as she watched Riaz begin to peel off his robe.
She tried to swallow, but couldn't. She felt her face flush as she watched him, saw the casual and slow way he was loosening his robe. She knew what was beneath that robe.
Images of his naked body invaded her mind, but she found herself unable to move. The truth was she didn't want to move a muscle as her eyes drank in the sight of Riaz finally peeling away the robe.
When he cast it down onto the carpet she finally felt herself flush with sudden heat.
Once again he was naked, as aroused as he'd been a few minutes before. She could hardly move a muscle.
Her gaze drifted down the length of his body. She felt like she was consuming the sight of him. His body was awe-inspiring, smoothly sculpted muscles, broad chest, wide shoulders.
Eva saw just how strong and firm was his desire for her. Heat flooded her at the sight of that.
He came to her and took her in his arms, pressing his powerful body against her. She felt the heat of his skin against her, felt every contour of his torso, the sheer strength of him as he embraced her.
His lips took possession of her, sending her back to that place again, her entire sense of herself swirling dizzily with reignited passion. His kiss this time had an insistent quality to it that had been somehow contained earlier.
Now that they were completely alone, she wondered if he would let loose his full passion. The prospect of that made her feel a sharp tingle of anticipation. She wondered what he would be like once that desire had been unleashed.
She took hold of the muscles at his powerful shoulders. Curling her fingers around them, she felt the muscles tighten as he embraced her. She could feel his need in that tightness.
His kiss was fervent, with a hint of restraint. But she knew that restraint wouldn't last long. Not now that they were alone. He leaned away from her, his gaze soft, but assured.
She felt him reach around and unfasten her bra. She shook it loose and his gaze dropped down to the sight of her breasts. She saw obvious appreciation in that gaze.
Eva gasped slightly when he lowered himself, his lips kissing her breasts. Then he sank down even further, now onto his knees, and she felt him hook his fingers around the top of her panties.
She looked down at him and he gazed back up at her. Her heart was thudding furiously as she held onto his shoulders. He tugged gently on her panties, sliding them down across her thighs, and pulled them down the length of her legs. She kicked the panties loose from her bare feet and away to one side.
Now she was naked. He remained on his knees, looking incredible. They were both utterly exposed to one another. It felt as if he was worshipping her, treating like something sacred.
She'd never felt like this before. Pleasure rippled through her as she nervously gazed down at him.
Eva saw Riaz's head lean forward. Then she felt him kiss her hips, gentle kisses that traced a line around her own contours.
She felt his hands at her hips, holding her gently. Eva closed her eyes for a few moments, savoring the sensation of this sheikh who merely wanted to worship her body. To give her pleasure.
He moved his head across her middle, his lips following a course around the area of her core. Nervous anticipation quivered through every nerve in her body.
She reached down and took gentle hold of his hair, feeling it soft between her fingers, eager to signal to him that she didn't want him to move his head away.
He lingered there for a long while, teasing her mercilessly with his lips, until she'd reached a point where impatience became an insistent force. Every one of her muscles quivered with anticipation.
He seemed to sense that impatience, because in the next few moments he started to stand, at the same time lifting Eva up into his arms.
She squealed involuntarily with delight. He held her in his arms, then twisted toward her and kissed her passionately. She wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders, savoring the kiss. His skin felt warm and slightly damp.
Eva felt lightweight in his embrace. Then he strode into the sleeping alcove, carrying her effortlessly. He laid her down gently on the bed. She looked up at him, his glorious, naked body silhouetted against the entrance to the sleeping area.
He was completely aroused now. She sat up and reached out to him, taking her gently in her grasp. She felt him stiffen, heard him draw in a sharp breath. His eyes widened and his shoulders tightened.
She held him for a few moments, enjoying the velvety feel of him. Every movement of her hand caused him to react as if he was struggling to contain himself. She knew what that felt like, she told herself. She was finding it hard to wait any longer.
As if sensing her impatience, Riaz leaned forward guiding her shoulders back so that she lay flat on the bed, with him kneeling on the side of the bed. He paused, gazing down at her.
When he ran his gaze slowly down the length of her naked body, she felt a wave of pleasure sweep through her. The look on his face was extraordinary, as if he was stunned at her beauty, as if he couldn't quite believe she was here with him.
Then he eased forward and lay upon her, taking his weight on either side of her. Eva gasped as she felt his naked presence across every inch of her body.
His body was warm and powerful and unbelievably tempting. She felt his firmness press against her belly, and her core warmed, anticipation flaring in her yet again.
Riaz kissed her, his lips harshly demanding this time. She could feel the tautness in every one of his muscles as she moved her legs, needing him even closer to her, wanting him like she'd never wanted anyone before.
Eva felt Riaz's hips move, easing closer to her. She felt him pressing against her mound and that triggered a fresh wave of pleasure, a hint of what was to come.
It was clear that his need had become urgent, as desperate as hers. They both wanted each other. Their time together these last days had brought something into her life, a sense of closeness she'd never experienced with anyone before. Was it the same for him?
Even as that question floated into her mind, she knew the answer. She could sense it in the way his body fitted into hers, even while she still waited for their true union. Because she knew that union was inevitable, now. She wanted it desperately, her body eager for his, eager for the closeness.
She felt his firmness press against her core, sparking sensation that vibrated through her being. He moved his hips slightly, and with every movement she felt gentle pressure, a reminder of his promise. The sensations strengthened as he shifted lower.
Then his firmness was at her core. He gazed into her eyes, his expression containing a desperate need. She saw his jaw tighten slightly and he drew in a deep breath.
Her own breathing was quickening. She ran her hands down the length of his back, feeling the heat of his skin, sensing the tightening of his muscles.
Riaz eased forward and he was almost inside her. Was he deliberately teasing her? Making her wait?
He kissed her again. This time she could feel the urgency in him, the tension that awaited release. She tried not to think of her own need, the fact that it had reached fever pitch.
Then she felt Riaz shift forward. She opened herself to him, feeling his hips move. He gazed into her eyes and she felt him at her core. With a gentle movement he slid inside her.
She gasped and tightened her arms around him. She tightened around him and Riaz drew in a sharp breath, lifting his head, and closing his eyes. Pleasure was written all over his face.
Riaz moved slightly, easing deeper inside her. He gazed into her eyes and she saw such emotion in those dark, passionate pools. There was a powerful need in his eyes.
"Eva," he murmured, his voice cracking with emotion.
He leaned his head down and kissed her, at the same moment easing all the way inside her. Eva felt him, the closeness of his body so intense. The pressure of him against her triggered a wave of pleasure that made her breath sharply.
Then he began to move, slowly at first. Every gentle thrust sent a new wave of sensation flooding through her body. She could feel the strength contained in his body, the tension beginning to ease, replaced now by an urgency of movement.
Their bodies were united in a gentle, undulating dance of pleasure. It seemed that every moment of the last few days had been leading to this.
Eva could sense him holding himself in check, trying to contain the obvious need to let himself free of the restraint he'd built around himself and his pleasure.
As he moved inside her, she felt the urgency of his need become stronger, his movements becoming quicker, every thrust deeper. Wave upon wave of pleasure coursed through her body, every nerve alight with ecstasy.
There was nowhere else she wanted to be except here with him. Everything else vanished out of her awareness. All she could sense was him, his body and the intensity of the ecstasy they were sharing.
She felt the powerful weight of his body against hers, the heat of his skin burning with the growing pleasure. He was breathing faster now, his gaze hungry and emotion-filled.
Every one of Riaz's thrusts pushed Eva higher toward the new peak of pleasure which awaited her. She grasped onto the thick muscles of his arms, feeling the strain there, sensing that he was edging toward his own peak.
All she wanted was for them both to reach that peak together, in perfect unison, completely connected to one another.
She knew it had to happen. Knew that it was inevitable.
They were both breathing fast now, entangled in each others passion. Their bodies were locked together in a primitive dance. As he thrust into her, he looked every inch the primal male, a feral force seeking pleasure, needing release.
Sensation swept through her body time and time again with every one of his masterful thrusts. He seemed to know exactly how much pressure to exert, how every shift of his hips against her mound could trigger a new wave of delight in every one of her nerves.
The pleasure was becoming so intense she knew that if it continued any longer she might lose all control of herself. The pleasure was that intense.
But still he gave her more.
The peak was in sight and she sensed he knew that fact.
His thrusts became firmer and she could feel the tsunami of ecstasy sweeping toward her. Riaz reacted with a quickening, a desperate need overtaking him.
And then, in an exquisite instant of sudden release, Eva felt herself tumble into a bliss she would never have thought possible. She cried out and Riaz cried out in response.
He thrust one last time, lifting his head back, the muscles across his shoulders suddenly rigid and taut.
Then she felt him emptying himself, felt herself tighten around him, and they both tumbled over a precipice of pure pleasure.
Every nerve was alive as she cried out, sharing the ecstasy with this amazing, gorgeous sheikh who had finally claimed her.