The Call of the Desert

by Abby Green

  Julia sat up awkwardly. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

  He cast her a quick glance. “You were exhausted. There’s nothing much happening till this evening anyway. The civil ceremony took place this morning, and Sultan Sadiq and Samia are doing a procession through the streets this afternoon. This evening will be the formal start of the celebrations, with more over the next two days. On Sunday they will marry again in a more western style.”

  “Wow,” breathed Julia, while trying to ignore the sight of Kaden’s half naked body, “That sounds complicated.”

  Kaden smiled tightly, seemingly unaware of his state of undress. He flung aside the towel he’d been drying his hair with, leaving it sexily dishevelled. “Yes, quite. In Burquat things are much more straightforward. We just have a wedding ceremony in front of our elders at dawn and then a huge ceremonial banquet which lasts all day.”

  Against her best effort to focus on what he was saying, Julia couldn’t stop her gaze from dropping down Kaden’s exquisitely muscled chest. He really had the most amazing body—huge but leanly muscled. The towel around his hips looked very precarious, and as she watched, wide-eyed, she could see the distinctive bulge grow visibly bigger.

  Her cheeks flamed and her gaze jumped up to meet Kaden’s much more mocking one. His hand whipped aside the towel and it fell to the floor along with the other one. Gulping, she watched as he walked to the bed. He lay alongside her and pushed aside the robe, baring her breasts to his gaze. Once again Julia was a little stunned at this much more sexually confident Kaden and how intoxicating he was.

  Weakly, she tried to protest, “What if someone comes in?”

  “They won’t,” he growled, and bent his head to surround one tight nipple with hot, wet, sucking heat.

  Julia moaned and collapsed back completely. Kaden’s other hand slid down her belly, undoing the tie on the robe as he dipped lower and between her legs, to where she was already indecently wet and ready.

  He removed the robe and within seconds she was naked too, with Kaden’s body settled between her legs, his shoulders huge above her. She could feel him flex the taut muscles of his behind and widened her legs, inviting him into more intimate contact. When he thrust into her Julia had to close her eyes, because she was terrified he would see the emotion boiling in her chest. As he started up with a delicious rhythm Julia desperately assured herself that this was just about sex, not emotion. She didn’t love him any more. She couldn’t … Because if she did, the emotional carnage was too scary to contemplate.

  Later that evening Julia paced the sitting room, barely aware of the gorgeous cream and gold furnishings, carpet so thick her heels sank into it.

  She’d been whisked off that afternoon to be pampered in readiness for the banquet—something she hadn’t expected. And while there she’d had a selection of outfits for her to pick from. Too unsure to know whether or not she could refuse, she’d chosen the simplest gown. Deep green in colour, it was halter-necked, with a daringly low-cut back. She’d been returned to the suite and now, made-up and with her hair in an elaborate chignon, she felt like a veritable fashion doll.

  And there was no sign of Kaden. Julia paced some more. Being dressed up like this made her intensely uncomfortable. She’d caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and for a moment hadn’t even recognised the image reflected back. Her eyes were huge and smoky grey, lashes long and very black. Her cheeks had two spots of red that had more to do with her emotions than with artifice.

  The door suddenly clicked, and Julia whirled around to see Kaden striding in, adjusting a cufflink on his shirt. The breath literally left her throat for a moment. It was the first time she’d ever seen him in a tuxedo and he looked … stunning. It nearly made her forget why she was so incensed, but then he looked at her with that irritating non-expression. The irrational feeling of anger surged back.

  She gestured to the dress. “I agreed to come with you to a wedding. I’m not your mistress, Kaden, and I don’t appreciate being treated like one.”

  He put his hands in his pockets and looked her up and down, and then, as if he hadn’t even heard her, he said, “I’ve never seen you look so beautiful.”

  To Julia’s abject horror her mind emptied and she stood there, stupidly, as Kaden’s black gaze fused with hers. She read the heat in its glowing depths. She’d always veered more towards being a tomboy, and had truly never felt especially beautiful. But now, here in this room, she did.

  It made the bright spark of anger fade away, and she felt silly for her outburst. Of course Kaden didn’t see her as his mistress. She couldn’t be further removed from the kind of women he sought out.

  She half gestured to the dress, avoiding Kaden’s eye. “I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful. It’s a lovely dress, and the attention … wasn’t all bad.” She looked back up. “But I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I don’t expect or even want this kind of treatment. I’m not like your other women. This … what’s happening here … is not the same …”

  He took his hands out of his pockets and came close. Julia stood her ground, but it was hard. Black eyes glittered down into hers. A muscle throbbed in his jaw and she saw how tightly Kaden was reining in some explosive emotion.

  “No, you’re not like my other women. You’re completely different. Don’t think I’m not aware of that. Now, let’s go or we’ll be late.”

  After a tense moment she finally moved. Kaden stood back and allowed Julia to precede him out of the room.

  Feeling off-centre, he didn’t touch her as they walked down the long corridor. She wasn’t and hadn’t ever been like any other woman he’d been with. It was only now that he was noticing the disturbing tendency he’d always had to judge the women he encountered against his first lover—noticing the faint disappointment he always felt when they proved themselves time and time again to be utterly different. Materialistic. Avaricious. Less.

  He was used to being ecstatically received whenever he indulged a woman, and wondered if this was some ploy or game Julia was playing—affecting uninterest. But with a sinking feeling he knew it wasn’t. Years ago she’d have laughed in his face if he’d so much as attempted to get her into a couture dress. She’d been happy in dusty jeans and shirts. That crazy safari sunhat.

  There’d only been one moment when she’d worn a dress. When he’d presented her with a cream concoction of delicate lace and silk that he’d seen in a shop window and hadn’t been able to resist. As dresses went, it hadn’t been sophisticated at all, but Julia had put it on and paraded in front of him as shyly as a new bride. It had been the first and only time she’d worn a dress, and that had been the night that he’d realised just how deeply—Kaden shut the door on that unwanted thought that had come out of nowhere. His insides clenched so hard he could feel them cramp.

  Breathing deep, he brought his focus back to the here and now. To the woman by his side who was blissfully unaware of his wayward thoughts. He was vitally aware of the smooth curve of Julia’s bare back in the dress. The pale luminescence of her skin. And the vulnerable part of her neck, which was revealed thanks to her upswept hair.

  The dim hum of the conversation of hundreds of people reached them as they rounded a corner. Kaden took Julia’s arm in his hand and felt her tension. Good. He wanted her to be tense. And unsettled. And all the things he was. They walked across a wide open-air courtyard and pristine Hussein servants dressed all in white opened huge doors into the glorious main ballroom.

  Julia had been in plenty of stately homes and castles on her travels, but this took her breath away. She’d never seen such opulence and wealth. The huge ballroom was astounding, with an enormous domed ceiling covered in murals, and immense columns which opened out onto the warm, evocatively dusky night.

  Waiting to greet them were the Sultan and his new bride—Kaden’s sister Samia. As they approached, Julia saw Samia’s face light up at seeing Kaden. She’d blossomed from a painfully shy teenager into a beauty with great poise. She’d always had
a strong bond with her older brother, being his only full sibling, daughter of their father’s first beloved wife. Their father had married again, and Julia remembered Kaden’s stepmother as a cold, disapproving woman. She’d gone on to have three daughters of her own, but no sons which, Kaden had once told Julia, made her extremely bitter and jealous of Kaden and Samia. Certainly Julia could remember avoiding her malevolent presence at all costs.

  Samia transferred her look to her then, and Julia attempted a weak smile. Samia looked at her with a mixture of bewilderment and hostility. It confused Julia, because she’d imagined that Kaden’s younger sister would barely remember her.

  But she didn’t have time to analyse it. Kaden gripped her hand, and after a few perfunctory words dragged her into the throng. Still shaken by Samia’s reaction, Julia asked, “Why did Samia look at me like that? I’m surprised she even recognised me.”

  Kaden sent her a dark glance that was impossible to comprehend and didn’t answer. Instead he took two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter and handed her one. Raising his glass in a mocking salute, he said, “Here’s to us.”

  He clinked his glass to Julia’s and drank deeply. She couldn’t stop an awful hollow feeing from spreading through her whole body. She sensed that he was regretting having brought her here. No doubt he would prefer the balm of a woman well versed in the ways of being a compliant and beautiful mistress. Suitably appreciative of all he had to offer. All Julia wanted to do was to get out of there and curl up somewhere comforting and safe.

  Several people lined up then, to talk to Kaden, and Julia became little more than an accessory while they fawned and complimented him on the news that the vast Burquati oil fields were to be drilled. Once again Julia had a sense of how much had changed for Kaden since she’d known him.

  Before long the crowd were trickling into another huge banquet room for dinner, and she and Kaden followed. He was deep in conversation with another man, speaking French.

  During the interminable dinner Julia caught Samia’s eyes a few times, and still couldn’t understand the accusing look. Kaden was resolutely turned away from her, talking to the person on his other side, which left Julia trying to conduct a very awkward conversation with the man on her left, who was infinitely more interested in her cleavage and had not a word of English.

  Kaden was acutely aware of Julia, and how close her thigh was to his under the table. He had to clench his fist to stop himself from reaching out and touching it, resting his hand at the apex of her thighs, where he could feel her heat.

  He felt constricted. His chest was tight. It had been ever since he’d seen Samia’s reaction to Julia. Samia was the chink in his armour. She was the only one who knew the dark place he’d gone to when Julia had left Burquat. It made him intensely uncomfortable to remember it. He reassured himself now, as he had then, that it had only been because he’d physically ached for her, his lust unquenched.

  He knew he shouldn’t be ignoring Julia like this. It was unconscionably rude. But he was actually afraid that if she looked at him she’d see something that he couldn’t guard in his eyes. Samia’s reaction had been like rubbing sandpaper over a wound, surprising in its vividness.

  Assuring himself that it was nothing—just another trick of the mind where Julia was concerned—Kaden finally gave up trying to pretend to be interested in what his companion was saying, made an excuse, and resolutely ignored Samia’s pointed looks in his direction. They were like little lashes of a whip.

  He turned to Julia and could see from the line of her back that she was tense, that her jaw was gritted. Instinctively he put his hand around the back of her neck, and felt her tense even more in reaction. He moved his fingers in a massaging movement and she started to relax. Kaden had to hold back a smile at the way he sensed she resented it.

  Immediately a sense of calm and peace washed over Kaden, and for once he didn’t castigate himself or deny it. He gave himself up to it. The rawness subsided.

  After what felt like an interminable moment Julia finally turned to look at him, and as his gaze met hers his body responded with predictable swiftness.

  “Kaden …?”

  He looked at her, and in that moment some indecipherable communication seemed to flow between them. Her eyes were huge, swirling with emotion, and Kaden couldn’t find the will to disguise his own response. The room faded and the din of conversation became silent.

  Julia wanted to ask Kaden to stop looking at her like that … as if they were nineteen again and he wanted to discover the secrets of her soul. But she couldn’t open her mouth. She didn’t want to break the moment.

  The clatter of coffee and liqueurs being served finally seemed to break through the trancelike state, and in an abrupt move Kaden took his hand off her neck, reached for her hand and stood up.

  Julia gasped and looked around. A couple of people had started to drift away from the table, but many still sat. Kaden tugged at her and she had no choice but to stand. People were looking.

  “Kaden … what are you doing? It’s not over yet.”

  His eyes were so black Julia felt as if she might drown in them for ever.

  “It is for us. I can’t sit beside you for another minute and not touch you.”

  And with that he pulled her in his wake as he strode away from the table. Before she knew what was happening they were outside the ballroom. She could barely catch her breath, and when she stumbled a little he turned and lifted her into his arms.

  “Kaden!” she spluttered, as they passed servants who looked away diplomatically, as if they were used to seeing such occurrences all the time.

  She couldn’t deny the thrill of excitement firing up her blood. Kaden was acting like a marauding pirate. He carried her all the way back through a labyrinthine set of corridors to their room, and only once inside the door, which he kicked shut with his foot, did he let her down. He wasn’t even breathing heavily. But Julia was, after being carried so close to his hard-muscled chest.

  In the bedroom, he let her down on shaky legs. He pushed her up against the firmly shut door, crowding her against it and saying, “We’ll have to endure enough pomp and ceremony over the next two days, but every spare minute will be spent in this room. That’s the focus of this weekend.”

  The sheer carnality stamped on his face and the hint of desperation in his voice stopped Julia from thinking too deeply about the hurt that lanced her—as if for a moment there, when he’d been looking at her at the table, she’d got lost in a fantasy of things being different.

  And then his urgency flowed through to her—the realisation that even now time was slipping out of their hands. Overcome with an emotion she refused to look at, she took his face in her hands and for the first time felt somewhat in control. Kaden was right. Focus on the now, the physical. Not on the past. Or on a future that would never exist.

  “Well, what are you waiting for, then?” And she kissed him.

  Some hours later, Kaden was standing by the open French doors of the bedroom. B’harani lay before him like a twinkling carpet of gems. Soaring minarets nestled alongside modern buildings, and he knew that this was what he wanted to create in Burquat too. He’d already started, but he had a long way to go.

  He sighed deeply and glanced back at the woman asleep in the bed amongst tumbled sheets. She was on her back, the sheet barely covering her sex, breasts bare, arms flung out, cheeks flushed. Even now his body hardened in helpless response. He grimaced. He’d taken her up against the door, her legs wrapped around his waist, with no more finesse than a rutting animal. And yet she’d met him every step of the way, her body accepting him and spurring him to heights he’d not attained in years.

  Since her.

  It all came back to her—as if some sort of circle was in effect, bringing them helplessly back to the beginning and onwards like an unstoppable force.

  Julia woke slowly, through layers and layers of sleep and delicious lethargy. With an effort she opened her eyes and saw the tall, formid
able shape of Kaden leaning against the open doors which led out to a private terrace. He was looking at her steadily, no expression on his face.

  Helpless emotion bubbled up within her—especially when she saw the vast star-filled Arabian sky behind him. She had so much she wanted to say, but the past was all around her, in her. The lines were blurring ominously.

  Instinctively she put out a hand and said huskily, “Kaden …”

  For a long moment he just stood there, arms crossed, trousers slung low on narrow hips, top button open. He was so beautiful. And then he gritted out, “Damn you, Julia.”

  He strode back into the room, all but ripped off his clothes and came down over her like an avenging dark angel. All the inarticulate words she wanted to say were stifled by Kaden’s expert touch and quickly forgotten.

  When Julia woke on Sunday morning she ached all over. But it was delicious. Kaden was not there, and she found a note on his pillow to inform her that he’d gone riding.

  When she thought of how Samia had been looking at her for the past two days she felt guilty, and she had no idea why.

  The previous day, evening and night had passed in a dizzying array of events and functions all leading up to the grand ceremony today, which would be held in front of hundreds of guests and the media.

  With a sigh Julia got up, went to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Once finished, and dressed in a robe with a towel around her damp hair, she stepped out onto the open terrace to see that breakfast had been left for her on a table. She grimaced at the dewy fresh rose in an exquisite glass vase. That was a touch Kaden wouldn’t welcome.

  All that existed between her and Kaden was this intense heat. They couldn’t even seem to hold a coherent conversation before things became physical. And she didn’t doubt that was exactly how Kaden wanted it.

  Julia assured herself stoutly that that was just fine. She picked up a croissant and walked to the wall, from where she could see the stunning city of B’harani spread out before her.