Heidi Rice - Claimed For The Desert Prince's Heir

She took a tube of antiseptic cream out of the medical box. ‘I noticed some scrapes on your back, where you fell off the horse,’ she said as she unscrewed the cap. ‘Turn around and I’ll dab some of this on them.’ She held up a finger covered in ointment. ‘Before they get infected.’

‘Enough.’ Raif captured her wrist, satisfied when he felt her pulse pummel his thumb.

‘But I should treat the scratches,’ she said.

‘It’s not my back that hurts.’ He interrupted her nonsense.

Taking the hint, her gaze dipped to his lap. The blood pounded into his groin. He was as aroused now as he’d been during the depths of his nightmares.

She lifted her head.

Her pupils dilated, obliterating the rich amber of her irises. She was as aroused as him.

‘I…I see what you mean,’ she stuttered, desire colouring her skin.

‘We have had enough foreplay,’ he said.

He preferred to be open and honest with women about his appetites. When it came to sex, he never played games.

‘If you want me as much as I want you, we can take this ache away.’ He touched her cheek, not able to keep his hands off any longer, the heat rising at the way her breath hitched. ‘If you don’t, I will escort you back to the palace.’ He let his hand drop. He wasn’t usually so abrupt with women, but something about her made it hard for him to be subtle about his needs. ‘What is your choice?’

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