Mediterranean Men & Marriage. Raye Morgan
the sand.
She treasured that day. She was pretty sure she’d never feel another like it. But that was then. This was now. She glanced at him sideways. How could he be that same person and yet not have that experience in his memory? It was like dating a twin or something.
Suddenly, she wanted him to kiss her again. The feeling swept over her like a wave and she could hardly breathe. She knew how dangerous this was, and that she had to fight it. She was being tossed around by a current of emotion, and she had to remember to keep her head above water.
This isn’t really the man you thought he was, she told herself silently. He turned out to be a deceiver. It wouldn’t be the same.
She knew that. But she still wanted his kiss, ached for it. Turning away, she ran again, just as she had the other day, but this time she wasn’t laughing. Just like before, he followed her. Had she known he would? Had she done this because she was sure of it? She really didn’t know, but when he caught her, when he pulled her around to face him and took her face between his hands and touched his lips to hers, she heard a soft cry and realized, to her horror, that it was hers.
But she forgot that soon enough. His mouth on hers was hard and soft at the same time, cool and hot, rough and smooth. Her arms slipped into a circle around his neck, and she arched her body into his. It felt right and natural, and she wanted him so badly.
The wind tossed her hair and the sun was hot on her shoulders, but all she knew was the smooth warmth of his mouth, the hard excitement of his body, the thrill as his hands began to move up under her shirt.
No. She had to stop this. If she didn’t, she would just be repeating her last mistakes, doing it all over again, falling for a man who wasn’t what he pretended to be. Surely she couldn’t be this stupid. Could she?
Chapter Six
GATHERING ALL HER STRENGTH, Shayna pulled away.
“Shayna…” Marco tried to pull her back again.
“No, don’t say anything,” she said, backing away, her eyes huge with remorse as she fooled with her hair, pulling it back into the ponytail band. “That was a mistake. A big, big mistake. I didn’t mean to do it and…”
His face changed. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought that was pain in his dark eyes.
“Don’t say you wish it hadn’t happened,” he told her roughly. “Just don’t tell me that.”
His tone caught her by surprise. He seemed to feel strongly about it. But what the heck, so did she. Her chin rose. “All right. I won’t tell you. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t true.”
He looked at her for a moment, then the anger slipped away and he relaxed until he had a soft laugh for her. Shaking his head, he said, “Shayna, you can twist things around so that they mean exactly the opposite of what they are supposed to mean. You drive me nuts.”
“The feeling is mutual,” she said, trying to maintain a huffy exterior but failing on all counts. She shook her head, exasperated but somewhat amused at the same time. “This is too much. You’re doing just exactly what you did before.”
His face was a picture of innocence. “What I did before? What did I do?”
She threw out her hands. “These patterns must be ingrained in you somewhere. Even if your mind doesn’t remember, your body does.” She gave a short, humorless laugh. “Your body doesn’t have amnesia, Marco. Isn’t that remarkable?”
He frowned, trying to understand her. “Will you tell me what you’re talking about?”
She heaved a sigh and shrugged. “You’re re-creating what happened when I brought you here the first time.”
He made a face. “Because I kissed you?”
“Yes.”
His brow furrowed over that one. “Shayna, any man worth his salt is going to want to kiss you, anytime, anywhere. He doesn’t need to have his body especially trained for it.”
“Oh!” He was being frustratingly dense and she gave up, turning away. “Never mind.” She looked toward the sea, then back at him. “So that’s over now. Don’t feel this changes anything. We’re back to being wary adversaries.”
“We are?” He looked adorably bewildered. “I mean…I didn’t realize that was what we were in the first place.”
“You don’t pay attention.” She studied him, the set of his jaw, the way his eyelashes made lacy shadows across his cheeks in the sunlight, the slight stubble of his beard that was beginning to show, his mouth—oh how she wanted to kiss that mouth again. Against her will, her own smile surfaced.
“Oh, just forget it,” she said in semidespair. “What just happened never happened. Okay? Come on, I’ll show you some caves.”
She started off across the sand, only looking back to see if he was following. He was, though more slowly than she would like. He was obviously thinking over what had happened, even after she’d told him not to. That made her smile, but she turned so he wouldn’t see.
“Here they are,” she said, stopping before an area that looked like an ordinary landslide of rocks.
“Where?” he asked, coming up behind her.
“Look closely,” she said, pointing out the opening.
“Not bad,” he told her admiringly. “I never would have noticed them on my own.”
They had to lower themselves over the slide and then wedge themselves between a couple of large rocks, but finally they were inside, and it was breathtaking. The air was cool, the light was filtered and the ceilings were ten feet high.
“It’s like being in a natural cathedral,” Marco said, speaking softly as though in respect.
“Isn’t it?” She nodded. “I love this place. Come here.” She showed him where they could lie on their stomachs in the cool sand and look out through an opening at the waves on the reef.
“This is like a World War II pillbox,” he told her. “I’ve been in some up in the Marianas Islands.”
“But this isn’t man-made,” she noted.
He turned to look at her, lying so close beside him and yet untouchable—at least if they played by her rules. This wasn’t going to work. Everything she did today was turning him on. If she only knew the thoughts that were going through his head—no body memories needed.
“This is interesting,” he said a bit impatiently, “but you’re getting us off the track. We’re looking for my plans.”
“I know.”
He shrugged and glanced around the edges of the cave. “Have I been here before?”
“I don’t think so. I didn’t bring you here.”
“Then why are we here?”
She settled back into a comfortable position, propped by an elbow. “I thought it was a good place to use to go over your memories and try to figure out how and when they stopped.”
“Sounds reasonable. But we’ve got to stay focused or we’ll never find anything.”
“Agreed.”
He met her gaze and winced, as though her eyes were too bright for him. Frowning slightly, he turned his head. “Okay. I’m ready. Ask me anything.”
“I’m not going to ask. You’re going to tell.”
He looked back warily. “Tell what?”
She’d hoped he would be spontaneous about it, but if he needed prompting, she was ready to do that, as well.
“Okay, here’s my idea. Why don’t we backtrack? Try to take your memory up as far