In Too Deep_ Husband Material & the Sheikh's Bargained Bride - Brenda Jackson [37]
He meant those words. He had been waiting for her to heal, the incredible—if terribly misguided—man.
And she felt her life begin. Finally. For real.
Two
The drive to the Seven Oaks Farm passed in a haze.
All Sabrina felt was Adham sitting beside her, his body radiating command and control, all she saw was his sculpted profile, all she could appreciate was his profound beauty. The man was gorgeous down to his last hair and pore.
And all she wanted was to carry on where they’d left off when Sebastian had interrupted them. She’d thought he’d intended to when he’d decided to have Jameel chauffeur them in a limo. But with the barrier between driver and passenger compartments down, and his bodyguards preceding and following them in other cars, she felt exposed. And then, even if she didn’t, she wouldn’t have acted on the desires churning in her mind, frying her body.
She wouldn’t have run her hand up his inner thigh, wouldn’t have leaned over him to rub his hardness with her leg and catch his maddening lower lip in her teeth. She had to face it. She was too inexperienced; she’d probably botch any seduction attempt. Worse, she was too shy to try, even if she was assured of the desired results. She still needed him to initiate their intimacies.
No such luck. He’d been inundated with one phone call after another since they’d entered the limo. She could only watch him, vibrating with his nearness, with ratcheting need. “Zain, kaffa. That’s enough,” he growled under his breath as he ended the last call. “I’m turning the phone off. They’ll have to live without me for a while.” He turned to her. “Aassef, ya habibati. So sorry for all this. There will be no more interruptions. So tell me. What do you know about polo?”
Heat rushed to her face at hearing him calling her “my love.” She’d memorized everything he’d said to her in his native tongue and investigated what it meant when he hadn’t provided the translation. He’d called her that only once before—when he’d been deep in her, turning her inside out with pleasure.
She mumbled her answer. “Uh…not much.”
“Let me guess. A group of men galloping on horses, hitting a tiny ball around a huge field with sticks to catapult it between goal posts.” Her heat rose another notch in embarrassment. That was exactly how it seemed to her. The amused indulgence in his eyes poured fuel on her conflagration. “And you wouldn’t be wrong. That’s basically it. Want to know more about the sport and the events I’m going to be involved in for the next few weeks?”
“Please.” Her heart kicked with eagerness to know more of what he enjoyed, what made up his passions and occupations. “Tell me everything.”
Something she couldn’t define came into in his eyes. He looked away for a moment, catching Jameel’s eyes in the front mirror. Before she could wonder, his eyes were back, snaring hers, wiping her mind clean of anything but her yearning for him.
“I started playing polo when I was eight.” Her heart melted inside her rib cage at imagining him at that age, the most beautiful boy, the strongest and smartest, already such an accomplished rider that he could excel in the fierce sport. “And I started breeding my own horses at sixteen. For the past ten years, I’ve played an integral role in every major polo tournament in the world, as sponsor, horse supplier and player. But I have a special interest in the one that takes place here every summer, especially since Sebastian took over after his father was diagnosed with cancer. For the past three weeks I’ve been commuting here for the preseason tournament, The Clearwater Media Cup, a run-up to the main season. Clearwater Media is the company Sebastian owns with Richard Wells, who’s just become engaged to one of my best horse trainers, Catherine Lawson. Their engagement almost coincided with Sebastian’s to his assistant, Julia.”
She wanted to blurt out, “And with our marriage.” But she hesitated, because it didn’t feel real yet. She only said, “And the season