Midnight Under The Stars: Woman in a Sheikh's World. Sarah Morgan
as they stripped off her clothes and she made a feeble attempt to stop him.
‘I can’t let you see me naked.’
‘I’ve already seen you naked on many occasions.’ Too many occasions. She was the hottest, most beautiful woman he’d ever met and he didn’t need to be in this position to be reminded of that fact.
‘That was different. You weren’t about to marry another woman. I don’t get naked with almost married men.’ She snatched at the sleeping bag and he let her cover herself but not before he’d caught a tantalizing glimpse of creamy skin. A glimpse that tested his self-control more than it had ever been tested before.
It was a struggle to focus on what he was doing. ‘I have to cool you down and you need to stop snuggling inside that sleeping bag because you’re overheating.’ He poured cool water on a cloth and held it against her head. ‘Females tend to have a more severe reaction because of their body mass.’
There was a dangerous gleam in her eyes. ‘Are you calling me fat?’
‘Did I mention the word fat?’
‘You said “mass”. Don’t use the word “mass” in relation to my body.’
‘Even if I tell you it’s because you have a smaller body mass?’ He didn’t want to be amused. He didn’t want to feel anything for this woman. ‘Be silent. You need to rest.’
‘I can’t rest with you this close.’
He rubbed his fingers over his forehead, exhausted by the drain on his self control. It was fortunate that both of them were too principled to give in to it.
‘I’m watching you for any adverse reaction.’
‘Well, stop watching me. It feels creepy.’ She rolled onto her side, but a moan escaped her. ‘How long am I going to feel like this, Mal?’ The tremor in her voice concerned him more than anything because he knew how tough she was.
‘You feel bad?’
‘No, I feel great.’ Her words were muffled by the pillow. ‘I just want to know how long this great feeling is going to last so that I can make the most of it. How long?’
‘Hours, habibti.’ He hesitated for a moment and then allowed himself to stroke her hair away from her face, telling himself that touching her was all about comfort and nothing else. ‘Possibly a bit longer.’
‘I was stupid. You must be furious with me.’
If only. ‘I’m not furious.’
‘Then try harder. It would make it easier if you were furious.’
Mal gave a cynical smile because right at that moment he doubted anything would make it easier. He placed his fingers on her wrist. ‘Your pulse is very fast.’
‘Well, that’s nothing to do with you, so don’t go flattering yourself. Scorpions always get me going.’
‘It’s the venom. You need to tell me how you’re feeling. If necessary I’ll call the helicopter and have us airlifted out of here.’
‘No way. We need to find your virgin bride.’
Mal cursed under his breath and reached into his first aid kit for a bandage. ‘Stop calling her that.’
‘Sorry.’ She turned slightly, opened one eye and peeped at him. ‘Are you angry yet?’
‘No, but I’m getting there. Keep it up.’
She grinned weakly. ‘I bet the scorpion is angry, too. I flung him across the ground. Horrible creature.’
‘Actually they play a critical role in the ecosystem, consuming other arthropods and even mice and snakes.’
‘Too much information.’
‘They can control how much poison they inject into you. I think you got away lightly.’
‘So does that mean he liked me or he didn’t like me? Ow—now what are you doing?’
‘I’m bandaging the bite and lifting your arm. I want to slow the spread of the venom. If this doesn’t work, I’ll have to call the helicopter.’
‘Could we stop calling it venom? And honestly, Mal, it’s fine. Stop fussing. Can we take the ice off now? It’s cold.’
‘That’s the idea.’
‘Scorpions don’t like their food chilled?’
But she didn’t feel cold to touch. She was boiling-hot and her arm was burning. ‘Have you ever suffered an allergic reaction to anything in the past?’
‘No, nothing. I’m as healthy as a horse.’
Mal felt a rush of exasperation that they hadn’t avoided this situation. ‘Why didn’t you come into the tent sooner?’
‘Because then we would have killed each other.’ Her response was glib, but her smile faltered. ‘Sorry. And this time I really am apologising.’
‘Apologising for what? For being aggravating? That is nothing new and you’ve never felt the need to apologise before.’
‘For messing everything up,’ she muttered. ‘For making things harder for you. I shouldn’t have come on this trip. I was worried about Kalila and I thought I could help but I haven’t helped and it was all my fault anyway.’ Her apology was as sweet as it was unexpected and he felt something squeeze inside his chest.
‘I am touched that you cared enough to come,’ he breathed. ‘And you will be able to talk to Kalila and persuade her to confide in you, which is important given that I have failed so miserably to deliver in that area.’ And he blamed himself for that. For being unapproachable, for assuming that just because his bride to be hadn’t said anything, it meant that everything was fine.
They had no relationship, he thought bleakly, and it was impossible not to compare that with the feelings he and Avery shared.
‘You’ll make a perfect couple. I’m sure you’ll be very happy. And I mean that. I’m not being sarcastic. She’s very sweet and she won’t drive you crazy. That’s always good in a marriage.’ Her voice was barely audible and she turned her head, the movement dislodging her hair from the plait. It poured over her shoulders like honey and he stared down at the silken mass, fighting the urge to sink his hands into it. Once, he’d had the right to do that. And he’d done it. All the time. It had been the most physical relationship of his life.
‘Right now I am not thinking of Kalila.’
‘Don’t, Mal.’ Her voice was muffled. ‘Don’t do this.’
Was this the moment to be honest? He hesitated, wrenched apart by the conflict between duty and his own needs. And honesty would just worsen the situation, wouldn’t it? ‘This marriage with Kalila—’
‘Will be good. If she’s having second thoughts then it’s because you haven’t tried hard enough. You can be charming when you want to be. Of course the rest of the time you’re aggravating and arrogant, but don’t show her that side of you for a while and it will be fine.’ Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes long and thick against her pale cheeks.
Mal stared down at her, unable to think of a single time when he’d seen Avery vulnerable. It just wasn’t a word he associated with her. But tonight—yes, tonight she was vulnerable. He wanted to hold her but he didn’t dare take the risk. He wasn’t convinced he’d let her go.
Instead he settled for sitting close to her. ‘Tell me why you avoided my calls.’ Still worried about the bite, he tightened the bandage as much as he dared.
‘I was super-busy.’
‘You are the most efficient woman I know. If you’d wanted to answer my calls, you could have done. When we parted company I thought we would remain