The Sheikh's Second Chance Bride (Qazhar Sheikhs series Book 5) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Cara Albany
paused. There really wasn't anywhere else he could sit. He twisted and sat down on the seat next to Lana. He tried to avoid glancing at Lana's beautiful legs, and her petite feet. The scent of her perfume drifted toward him.
Malik looked at Lana and saw that she was studiously avoiding eye contact. This was going to be a very awkward drive home.
The limo eased away and soon they were heading through the main streets of Qazhar City. Mia and Lana chatted excitedly, while Mia pointed out the various city landmarks.
Malik had to admit that the obvious enthusiasm the two women felt in each other's company was strangely affecting. He knew they had both known each other for many years. When Mia had been talking about bringing her friend to the wedding, Malik had never conceived that the friend in question would be someone he knew, let alone the woman he'd kissed so wantonly and on a whim.
Malik drew in a deep breath and tried to calm his thudding heart. What was it about this woman that caused such a reaction? Wasn't he Malik Al Kharif, well-known playboy prince of Qazhar? Wasn't he the man who could have any woman he liked? Wasn't he the sheikh who so many women had tried to claim as husband and failed?
So, why was it that, right here, in the confines of this limo, just feeling the heat of Lana's body against his side was driving him to distraction? This closeness was making him firm with desire. He could hardly believe the sensations which were coursing through his body. How could he be so affected by a woman he barely knew, even if they had already kissed once.
Emerging from the outskirts of the city, the limo changed lanes, heading out into the desert and the car swerved slightly. As the car shifted, the side of Lana's body pressed against Malik's, and he almost groaned at the feel of her against him. He felt her thighs against his, the fabric of her dress barely able to conceal the delights of her flesh from his hungry gaze.
Her body felt so enticing, so utterly tempting, so insanely distracting, that he had to try and slide away from her. He had to at least try to behave himself. This was Mia's best friend, and he didn't want to do anything to spoil their reunion.
He moved slightly, pressing against the hard interior at his side. There wasn't room enough on the long seat to put a decent distance between him and Lana.
Malik tightened his jaw and started to chat with Rafiq, but somehow the words didn't come easily. His mind was a jumble of chaotic impressions. No matter how hard he tried to ignore the presence of the woman next to him, he couldn't force his awareness away from her.
In fact, after a while, as the limo headed out into the desert, Malik started to come to the conclusion that he didn't really want to avoid contact with Lana. Despite the fact that she hadn't said a word to him since the airport, he felt they had already communicated more than enough. It was a dialogue that didn't require any spoken words. The proximity was enough. Each brief contact of their bodies as the limo travelled along the desert highway said all that needed to be said between them.
They shared a secret.
That kiss.
It wasn't a dramatic, earth-shattering secret, or one that would drive a wedge between friends. Eventually, Lana would tell Mia all about her encounter with Malik. And he was sure Mia would be surprised and even excited.
But, for now, Malik settled back in his seat, content in the knowledge that Lana would be around the palace for the next few days.
It promised to be a fascinating time.
There was some unfinished business between them. That kiss in New York had just been the start.
And, Malik couldn't help wondering just where it would lead.
CHAPTER THREE
"Is everything alright, Lana?" Mia asked.
"Of course," Lana replied. "I've just been taken aback by how beautiful this room is."
And it was beautiful, Lana had to admit. She stood in the middle of one of the most sumptuous rooms she had ever had
Malik looked at Lana and saw that she was studiously avoiding eye contact. This was going to be a very awkward drive home.
The limo eased away and soon they were heading through the main streets of Qazhar City. Mia and Lana chatted excitedly, while Mia pointed out the various city landmarks.
Malik had to admit that the obvious enthusiasm the two women felt in each other's company was strangely affecting. He knew they had both known each other for many years. When Mia had been talking about bringing her friend to the wedding, Malik had never conceived that the friend in question would be someone he knew, let alone the woman he'd kissed so wantonly and on a whim.
Malik drew in a deep breath and tried to calm his thudding heart. What was it about this woman that caused such a reaction? Wasn't he Malik Al Kharif, well-known playboy prince of Qazhar? Wasn't he the man who could have any woman he liked? Wasn't he the sheikh who so many women had tried to claim as husband and failed?
So, why was it that, right here, in the confines of this limo, just feeling the heat of Lana's body against his side was driving him to distraction? This closeness was making him firm with desire. He could hardly believe the sensations which were coursing through his body. How could he be so affected by a woman he barely knew, even if they had already kissed once.
Emerging from the outskirts of the city, the limo changed lanes, heading out into the desert and the car swerved slightly. As the car shifted, the side of Lana's body pressed against Malik's, and he almost groaned at the feel of her against him. He felt her thighs against his, the fabric of her dress barely able to conceal the delights of her flesh from his hungry gaze.
Her body felt so enticing, so utterly tempting, so insanely distracting, that he had to try and slide away from her. He had to at least try to behave himself. This was Mia's best friend, and he didn't want to do anything to spoil their reunion.
He moved slightly, pressing against the hard interior at his side. There wasn't room enough on the long seat to put a decent distance between him and Lana.
Malik tightened his jaw and started to chat with Rafiq, but somehow the words didn't come easily. His mind was a jumble of chaotic impressions. No matter how hard he tried to ignore the presence of the woman next to him, he couldn't force his awareness away from her.
In fact, after a while, as the limo headed out into the desert, Malik started to come to the conclusion that he didn't really want to avoid contact with Lana. Despite the fact that she hadn't said a word to him since the airport, he felt they had already communicated more than enough. It was a dialogue that didn't require any spoken words. The proximity was enough. Each brief contact of their bodies as the limo travelled along the desert highway said all that needed to be said between them.
They shared a secret.
That kiss.
It wasn't a dramatic, earth-shattering secret, or one that would drive a wedge between friends. Eventually, Lana would tell Mia all about her encounter with Malik. And he was sure Mia would be surprised and even excited.
But, for now, Malik settled back in his seat, content in the knowledge that Lana would be around the palace for the next few days.
It promised to be a fascinating time.
There was some unfinished business between them. That kiss in New York had just been the start.
And, Malik couldn't help wondering just where it would lead.
CHAPTER THREE
"Is everything alright, Lana?" Mia asked.
"Of course," Lana replied. "I've just been taken aback by how beautiful this room is."
And it was beautiful, Lana had to admit. She stood in the middle of one of the most sumptuous rooms she had ever had
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