The Sheiks of the Arabian Coast Series: 5 Book Box Set

by Erin Snihur

  Nervously chuckling, Teresa shook her head. “You shouldn’t say things like that. I’m not strong, Amoz.”

  “You are, ya helo,” Amoz whispered and, when his chest was pressed against her towel covered one, he leaned in close so that his words whispered against her lips, “Let me show you.”

  10

  Amoz hadn’t wanted their incredible day to end. Inviting Teresa back to his suite to enjoy the jacuzzi hot tub was like placing the most tempting drink before a recovering alcoholic. Even when she’d emerged from the bathroom covered only in a towel, Amoz had wanted her.

  Her words had only made him hesitate for a second before he pulled off his shirt to reveal his own scars. Inwardly, he didn’t want to frighten Teresa with the truth behind some of the scars. Yes, he had been involved in the special forces and there had been times where insurgents had tried to kill him due to his rank as heir to the Elish throne, but he’d survived. And so, had Teresa.

  Now, with his hands carefully moving from her bare shoulders to where her hand carefully clung to the towel, Amoz watched Teresa’s eyes shift from wide eyed and cautious to heated and yearning in a second. A noise at the back of her throat sent pleasure coursing down his spine and straight to his hardening cock.

  Damn this woman and her little noises.

  Amoz carefully detached her hand that held her towel around herself. Before she could stop it, the towel fell from her body and landed in a pool at their feet. Amoz didn’t remove his eyes from hers as he slowly placed a soft peck on her cheek.

  “Beautiful,” Amoz whispered against her skin.

  “You haven’t seen them yet,” Teresa whispered back and Amoz grinned cheekily down at the woman who had completely enraptured him.

  “They are a part of you, like your beautiful eyes, hair and soft skin. I wouldn’t ask you to change,” Amoz murmured and pulled her flush against his chest.

  Running his hand down her soft hair and to her neck, Amoz wanted to stop and focus on her breasts that were lightly rising and falling with her every breath. He knew it was too soon.

  Tilting his head, Amoz placed a soft kiss at the pulse of her neck. A breathless moan escaped Teresa’s lips and, before he knew it, Amoz felt his knees buckling until he knelt on the tiled floor before her.

  “What are you…” Teresa began to ask, but before she could finish, Amoz clutched her hips and stared at her stomach, the place she had been so frightened about revealing to him.

  Her waist was trim and had a hint of a sexy curve to them. The stringy bikini bottoms tied at her sides and a small triangle of fabric was all that stood between his lips and her core. She wasn’t ready for that either, Amoz inwardly thought.

  Glancing upwards, Amoz smirked and squeezed her waist in his hands reassuringly, “Like I said, beautiful and strong.”

  To get his message through to her, Amoz leaned in and pressed his lips to one scar that stretched over her hip bone. The puckered flesh seemed to burn and tingle against his lips as Amoz trailed little kisses from one scar to the next.

  Finally, when Teresa’s hands moved to his shoulders and attempted to stop him, Amoz stared up at her. Teresa’s face was flushed, not from the sun, but from him. He had done that to his woman. Made her wanton and willing.

  Standing to full height, Amoz took Teresa by the hand and pulled her in the direction of the sliding glass doors. “Come on, ya helo, you’ll feel much better after a few minutes in the tub.”

  With the briefest nod, Teresa followed him and let out a gasp in amazement at the sight of his private patio. Beautiful hedges and flowery bushes grew everywhere around the three-level pool and in the corner, surrounded by a bar top, was the jacuzzi hot tub.

  Leading Teresa over to the jacuzzi, Amoz grinned at the heated glance she slid him. Turning the jacuzzi functions on, Amoz nodded toward the bar. “Would you care for a drink, ya helo?”

  “Yes,” Teresa whispered and, with a quick peck on her lips, Amoz shifted behind the bar, thankful the large structure hid his growing erection. As he poured them both flutes of white wine, Amoz nearly groaned audibly at the sight of Teresa climbing into the now bubbling hot tub.

  Her pert ass jiggled as she slipped over the jacuzzi’s edge and slipped her long legs into the steaming water. Gasping in delight, Amoz watched as Teresa’s mouth opened in the shape of a perfect ‘o’ and right then and there his fantasy grew. He ached to know what her lips felt like wrapped around him. Even just to feel them against his own lips would sate his urges. For a little while.

  Inwardly shaking himself, Amoz tried to cool his erotic thoughts in the hopes that he wouldn’t embarrass himself or God forbid, scare Teresa away at the sight of his erection standing at attention.

  Grasping the flutes of wine in his hand, Amoz stopped before the hot tub’s edge and smiled at the sight of Teresa fully submerged in the waters up to her neck. She was leaning back in the water against a jet seat and the look of pure pleasure was evident all over her face.

  As if sensing him, she murmured without opening her eyes, “I think I’ve just died and gone to heaven.”

  Amoz chuckled and set their glasses on the edge of the hot tub’s adjoining bar. “Let me join you then. We can spend the afterlife enjoying every pleasure this tub has to offer together.”

  Teresa couldn’t stop laughing. She and Amoz had only been in the tub for a half hour and already she was having more fun than she could have imagined. Why had she been so worried about her scars and what Amoz would think of them?

  Every time she rose out of the water to take a break from the steaming heat, Amoz’ eyes took on a darker shade as he watched her slide her pert bottom onto the hot tub’s ledge.

  Now, as she languidly kicked her feet in the bubbling water, Teresa finished off her glass of wine and smiled down at Amoz who took up one half of the other side of the tub. His strong arms were out of the water, casually leaning along the edges as he lay back against the pulsating jets.

  Teresa had worried this night would be awkward, but there hadn’t been any hint of an awkward lull. In fact, when it grew silent as they both watched the setting sun, it had been kind of nice to just sit and be in each other’s presence.

  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 fou
nd 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’ mouth, 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 pass
ions 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.