The Sheik's Pregnant Paramour (The Sheiks of the Arabian Coast Series Book 3)

by Erin Snihur

  An inner voice that Teresa worried would burst from her mouth hissed, He wants you, seduce him!

  Staring at Amoz, who had closed his eyes for a few moments to enjoy the tub’s jets, Teresa wondered what exactly had made her so nervous before to be in this man’s presence. He was nothing like Gerry. Amoz respected her boundaries and not once had pressured her into anything she wasn’t comfortable with. She appreciated that. His patience. His trust and his kindness.

  Inwardly, she could already hear her sister’s groans of annoyance if Teresa returned to their room without doing the deed as Samantha called it. Samantha claimed that if Teresa really wanted to forget about Gerry and move on, she needed to experience life away from Gerry. Not just a special trip to Elish, but the passion and intensity that came with taking a man into your bed.

  Was Amoz that man? Teresa thought.

  “You’re thinking pretty hard over there.” Amoz’ murmured statement shook Teresa of her thoughts and she forced a sheepish smile on her face, flicking her toes in the water, so a few droplets landed in Amoz’ direction.

  “Just thinking about what an amazing day we had,” Teresa murmured.

  Nodding, Amoz stood to full height in the tub and made his way toward her until his body was firmly wedged between her legs and fit perfectly against her pulsing core.

  Leaning down with his face, Amoz kissed her softly on the lips. “It’s getting late and we better get out before you get all wrinkly.”

  Blushing, Teresa nodded silently, not wanting this night to end. Biting her bottom lip, Teresa ran a hand over the seam of where Amoz’ swim trunks hung around his waist.

  “We should probably shower off all the chemicals from the tub,” Teresa murmured.

  Meeting Amoz’ darkening pale eyes, Teresa arched her back when Amoz’ hands found their way to her lower back.

  “Is this what you want, Teresa? Once we start, it will be hard to stop,” Amoz murmured as he leaned down and pressed another firm kiss on her forehead.

  “Yes, I’m ready. Please be gentle,” Teresa whispered back. Her words were drowned out when Amoz’ mouth met hers in a possessive kiss that forced Teresa to wrap her wet arms around his neck. As if on instinct, Amoz’ hands moved from her lower back to grasp her pert bottom and lift her up until her legs wrapped around his waist.

  “Little bird, so sweet and savory, I could kiss you for hours,” Amoz murmured as he hauled her out of the tub and pressed her up against the sliding glass doors that led back inside his suite.

  Gasping out a raspy laugh, Teresa moaned softly, “I hope that is not all you plan to do, Amoz.”

  Growling low, Amoz bit softly on Teresa’s neck in warning. “Don’t tease me, little bird, I’ve been hard and throbbing for you since that day by the pool.”

  Gasping at his words once more, Teresa shuddered as Amoz pushed her through the now open patio door and in an instant, they were standing in the bathroom. The ceiling to floor shower stall was big enough for an orgy and all Teresa could make out, as Amoz set her on the countertop between the double sinks.

  Breathing heavily in each other’s faces, Amoz stared into Teresa’s eyes, his face contorted in a mixture of lust filled with pain.

  “Are you sure, ya helo?” Amoz asked again.

  Never more sure in her life, Teresa pushed against Amoz’ hard chest. Sliding off the counter and with a flick of her wrist, Teresa found herself standing completely naked in Amoz’ bathroom. Turning away from him with a flirty smile, Teresa sashayed as best she could toward the large shower.

  “Are you coming or what?” Teresa called out over her shoulder as she opened the shower doors.

  11

  Amoz stared, transfixed on Teresa’s swaying and lightly tanned body as she pulled open the glass shower doors. A primal, possessive growl was all that answered back to her needy request and, before he could stop himself, Amoz had shed his restricting bathing suit. His hardening shaft bounced in relief and little pearly droplets leaked from the tip as Teresa’s gaze moved to his cock. The sight of her pink tongue running across her bottom lip almost did Amoz in.

  “Minx,” Amoz murmured, gaining Teresa’s attention as he stalked closer to her, his hard presence brushing against her plump behind. Wrapping his arm around her middle, Amoz splayed his hand possessively over her stomach, pulling her smack dab against his chest and aching cock.

  Enjoying the way Teresa gasped at the feeling of him rubbing against her skin so freely, Amoz used his other hand to twist the shower lever and turn on the multiple shower heads in a soft, steady stream.

  Leaning down, Amoz brushed his lips against her ear, nipping at the small lobe there and grinned when Teresa shivered, nipples hardening at the touch, “Get in, ya helo.”

  Watching her chuckle huskily at his urging, Teresa slipped inside, followed by Amoz who soundly shut the glass doors and blocked the warm spray with his wide chest. Leaning back, Amoz watched through lust filled eyes as Teresa, who seemed as though she’d forgotten he was here, stood underneath one of the many showerheads. As if with a mind of their own, Teresa’s hands moved over her now wet body and dove through her reddish hair, allowing the water to cleanse her of the day’s dirt, grime and chemicals from the tub.

  When Teresa turned around, her eyes widened a bit at the sight of Amoz, who, without realizing it, had begun to stroke his hard as stone cock. Swearing under his breath at her wide eyes, Amoz stopped and feared the worst. He never wanted to scare her.

  “Teresa, don’t be frightened,” Amoz murmured.

  “Shouldn’t I be?”

  “No, ya helo, I will never hurt you,” Amoz said as he closed the distance between them and pulled her against his chest, cock resting against her stomach.

  “You might not intentionally, Amoz, but you have to realize that you’re so…” her words trailed off and her cheeks bloomed bright red.

  Realizing the direction of her words, Amoz chuckled and tilted her face up to meet his. Kissing her lips with careful softness, Amoz murmured against them.

  “I guess I’ll have to prepare you then.”

  Teresa shrieked in surprise when Amoz bent down and scooped her up in his wet, bare arms. She barely registered that Amoz had pressed her into the shower wall, using his body to maneuver her in place so that she was well and truly stuck. Arms wrapped around his neck and delving into his wet, dark hair, Teresa shuddered at the feeling of his beard growth grazing her soft skin.

  With the warm water trickling down their bodies, Teresa gasped at the feeling of Amoz’ equally warm and wet mouth latched onto her plump nipple. As his hand held her firmly against the wall and flush against him, Amoz’ other hand skillfully pushed open her legs until they were spread wide. Pressing himself and his engorged cock between her legs, Teresa only had a moment of respite before Amoz’ teeth clamped down on her nipple in a teasing bite at the same time his cock rubbed deliciously against her aching core.

  Teresa whispered Amoz’ name in a frenzy as he continued to arch his cock against her aching core. Half-expecting him to thrust his hard shaft directly inside her, Teresa was shocked when his mouth pulled away from her breasts and he proceeded to massage one in one hand and use his other hand to palm her dripping core. Body pressed flush against hers in an attempt to keep her off the floor, Teresa gasped for air as Amoz touched her pussy with expert fingers.

  First running one lone finger up and down her opening slit and then with his thumb artfully pressing against her clit, he struck. Thrusting his finger inside of Teresa forced her to lose her breath and before she could suck in a gulp of air, Amoz’ mouth was pressed against hers, silencing her moans and raged a war on her tongue.

  Blinded by the passion building between them, Teresa bucked against Amoz’ hand as he inserted a second finger into her tight pussy and, before she knew it, a third was added. In her marriage, she had been lucky enough if Gerry had used his hands at all. Gasping in delight as she arched her body to meet his thrusting fingers, Teresa moaned into Amoz’ mou
th, to which he swallowed with an appreciative growl.

  Pulling their mouths apart, Teresa moaned loudly, the noise echoing around the room and over the sound of the water. Staring into Amoz’ pale eyes, Teresa leaned her head back against the cool tile of the shower wall and felt her nails biting into his back.

  “Amoz! If you keep…doing that…I’m going to…” Teresa gasped, trying to form the words, but every time she tried, Amoz would torture her with another thrust and press of his fingers to her clit and inside her slippery channel.

  “Do it, ya helo, let go,” Amoz ordered, his words a haze.

  Teresa couldn’t stop as Amoz’ thrusting grew faster and, before she knew it, her insides were tightening and a gush of her release could be felt as he milked her pussy with his fingers. It was then that Amoz released her and Teresa felt herself land on her feet. Her legs felt like jello and threatened to collapse.

  Her pussy continued to ache and clench even when Amoz took his fingers, the ones that only a few moments ago had been inside of her, and sucked them clean with his mouth.

  “Delicious, like heady wine,” Amoz murmured and grinned at her shocked face.

  Letting Amoz pull her from shower, Teresa barely registered when he’d shut the water off and toweled them off with practiced ease. Before she knew it, she was being dropped onto Amoz’ bed. As he stood over her, like a hungry animal inspecting his prey, Teresa did the only thing her lust infused body could muster.

  She spread her legs.

  12

  Was it possible to be this happy and this sore all at the same time?

  Teresa was certain, in the span of one night, that she had become addicted to Amoz. After their first, explosive time in the shower, she and Amoz had spent the night sleeping for a few hours before one of them woke the other and their passions soared to new limits.

  Teresa hadn’t felt the same physical connection with Gerry as she had with Amoz and in fact, throughout the night, the limitations and moments that Gerry had always criticized her for in bed, Amoz loved with a passion. She’d seen it in his face when she’d kissed his chest and followed the trail of hair to the “v” in his legs and she’d seen the look of pure unadulterated look of joy when they’d reached their climaxes together.

  What Teresa hadn’t been expecting after their night of passion was an empty bed when she woke. Pulling on the button-down shirt Amoz had been casually wearing the night before, Teresa left the warm confines of the king-sized bed and searched the massive suite for the man who had been inside of her, only a few hours ago.

  Teresa had never experienced a one-night stand before and, as she walked down the long hallway and peered into the guest bedroom and bathroom, she grew worried at the thought that Amoz had left, clearly wishing for her to leave on her own as well. Eyes prickling with tears, Teresa shook them away and jumped at the sound of harsh voices coming from the last room.

  Slowly approaching, Teresa leaned in close to the slightly adjacent door. At the sound of the voices growing louder, Teresa’s eyes widened and she jumped back from the door when something heavy collided with something else.

  Curses in Arabian were recognizable and Teresa leaned back in finally able to discern the two voices. One deep, raspy voice was obviously Amoz’ and the other was quieter, but serious as cold as steel. Finally, when the two voices grew louder in argument, one harsh, loud word from Amoz quieted the room beyond the door.

  “Silence.”

  After a few minutes of silence, the hushed male voice spoke again in Arabic, this time, calmly. Amoz answered, but answered too softly that she was unable to hear, and Teresa felt herself moving closer to the door. Before she could stop it, the door creaked against the slight touch of her hand. As she gasped and jumped back, the voices behind the door halted.

  Staring with wide eyes at the sound of approaching footsteps, Teresa raced on her tiptoes down the hallway until she was in the kitchen. The sound of the door closing soundly made Teresa blush as she scanned the kitchen area. How embarrassing.

  Walking over to the instant coffee maker, Teresa went about the motions and made a hot pot of coffee while she waited for Amoz, watching the sun as it rose higher into the morning sky.

  Please don’t let him think I was trying to spy, Teresa moaned inwardly.

  “You need an heir, your Majesty,” Palo urged in front of Amoz’ desk in his hotel suite’s study.

  Rolling his eyes, Amoz listened half-heartedly to the same speech Palo and the other members of his counsel argued with him over for the last five years.

  “I know you don’t like hearing this, your Majesty, but you are your father’s only heir and now you…,” but before Palo could continue, Amoz called for his silence.

  A creak of the study door had both men tensing and, when Amoz stood from behind his desk to shut the door, he continued to speak softly in hushed Arabic.

  “I don’t wish for the throne to be left empty. The country will fall to chaos. We must secure your heir and marriage,” Palo murmured, his shifting eyes moving to the now closed doorway as Amoz strode back to his desk.

  “If I didn’t know any better, Palo, I would say you, Khalid and Malik are conspiring against me. Just because two of our allies have married in the past year doesn’t mean I’ve become an old man. Elish is safe and secure. More than it ever was under my grandfather’s rule and certainly more than my father’s,” Amoz argued back as he ran a hand through his hair.

  As he did, his mind strayed to Teresa. She would make a wonderful mother. He had seen the way she doted on the horses at the resort’s stable. A perfect, motherly instinct. As he thought this, his body tensed. Why would it matter if Teresa would make a good mother? She would never be Sheikha and was leaving soon, no matter their physical connection.

  “Allow me to prepare a list of the eligible women from the most prominent families, perhaps even one of our allegiances could be strengthened with marriage,” Palo said, his voice hopeful.

  Amoz grimaced at the thought of marrying one of Malik’s simpering cousins or even Tariq’s younger sister who was just barely a woman. Shaking his head, Amoz leaned back in the chair. Palo was right, he needed an heir. If he passed without one, the crown would fall to a distant relative with no sense of responsibility and thus Elish would fall.

  How can you think of marriage and children when you still smell of Teresa and can still taste her skin on your tongue?

  Motioning to the door, Amoz stood, “Prepare the list, Palo, but do not bring this up again until I have returned to the palace. I do not plan on being here for much longer.”

  At least until a certain American has departed.

  Teresa was just about to leave the suite and return to her sister when Amoz appeared, followed by a short, dark skinned man with a thin mustache on his weary face. The man barely even glanced her way and Teresa blushed at what the man must think of her. She hoped he didn’t know what they had been doing all night. Perhaps this was a family member or a business associate of Amoz’? Instead of introducing him to Teresa, Amoz walked past her. The older man followed until the front door was closing behind him and only Amoz remained present.

  As the man departed without so much as a goodbye from Amoz, Teresa breathed a sigh of relief and watched as Amoz approached her hesitantly. His eyes swept over Teresa’s dressed form.

  Blushing at the realization that she looked a mess in the clothes she had worn the day before, Teresa answered his unspoken question, “I was going to go check in on my sister.”

  Amoz smiled casually and lazily pulled her to his chest, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up.”

  Shaking her head, Teresa placed both her hands on his chest as if to push him away, “It’s all right. I’ve never had a one-night stand before, so I’m not sure why I’m still here.”

  Chuckling softly, Amoz leaned in and brushed his nose against hers. “This isn’t a one-night stand, ya helo.”

  Gasping, Teresa stared into Amoz eyes in confusion. “It isn’t?
”

  “Think of it as an adventure,” Amoz murmured back and, before she could protest, Amoz’ mouth encased hers in a sound kiss.

  All thoughts of leaving flew from Teresa’s mind and she was glad. Teresa wished to enjoy all the time she could have with Amoz. She knew that when her vacation came to an end, so would their relationship.

  Just a bit longer.

  13

  Over a week later, Amoz sat in the lobby bar, watching as Tariq signed the bill for his stay. His friend had never wanted to stay in Amoz’ own resort for free and instead paid out of pride. He claimed he would never accept handouts.

  “You know Teresa and Samantha are staying a few more days, why don’t you stay as well?” Amoz asked, hopeful.

  Snorting, Tariq reviewed the bill once more before taking the pen and signing the statement. After handing it to the clerk, who gave a short bow before departing, Tariq waited until they were truly alone before speaking.

  Turning to Amoz, Tariq leveled his friend with a knowing look. “You and I both know you only want me to stay so I can distract Samantha. That way you and the lovely Teresa can enjoy yourselves in peace.”

  Shrugging, Amoz took a swig of his drink and grinned at Tariq after he swallowed. “Since when did you hate having a beautiful woman to distract you?”

  Shaking his head with mirth in his eyes and knowing grin, Tariq winked. “Samantha and I had some fun times, but I need to return home and you need to return to your throne.”

  Standing with Tariq, Amoz hugged his friend tightly and murmured, “Safe travels, my friend.”

  Pulling back, Tariq stared at Amoz for a few minutes before answering. “Don’t despair, Amoz. You’ll find time to bed the beautiful American a few more times before she leaves. Get her out of your system so you might focus on the throne.”