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‘I’d go hungry if I had to.’
The closest she had ever come to catching a fish was lifting one out of the freezer, Antonia realised.
‘Would you like me to show you how to catch one?’ Saif suggested.
She was so surprised by his offer she made the mistake of holding his gaze, only to feel her hormones riot in response. ‘I’d like that.’ The chance to do anything with Saif was an exciting prospect. And if she had to catch a fish…
She had not expected Saif to stand so close behind her in the rock pool, or to place his hand over hers when she plied the line. The fish were plentiful in the shallows, but all she could think about was Saif’s warmth infusing her, and it was no time at all before there was a fish on the line and a world of erotic thoughts in her head.
This time Saif wielded the knife while she found fresh wood to make the fire blaze. They both took a hand in the cooking, and when Saif glanced at her and smiled it felt like all her Christmases had come at once. She could get things right if she believed in herself enough, Antonia concluded. A life of pampering didn’t mean she lacked fibre—she just hadn’t been tested before. Perhaps they were both finding out about themselves, she mused as Saif’s glance warmed her. They weren’t exactly friends, but they were certainly easier around each other, and there was something else that sprang between them, like electricity—something that made her heart thunder. ‘What?’ she said, angling her chin when he stared at her.
‘I was just wondering about you.’
Wondering what? She blushed. If he was wondering if she was good in bed, he was in for the wrong kind of surprise. She was an amateur, a tease—a virgin, pretty much. It was better they direct their conversations towards harmless things, like business. ‘The appointment I told you about?’ she said brightly to distract him. ‘That’s not the only reason I’m travelling to Sinnebar.’
Saif’s gaze sharpened.
‘I’m here to find out about my mother,’ she admitted, careful not to let her feelings show. ‘She died when I was a baby and I learned recently that she spent some time in Sinnebar. How about you?’ she prompted.
‘Me?’ He shrugged. ‘This is just a break from work for me.’
‘That’s great. I can’t think of anywhere better to relax.’
‘I think it’s time to swim,’ he said, as if he was as keen as she was not to delve too deep. ‘Unless you’ve seen enough water for today?’
‘No, I like swimming.’ Did she sound too keen? She was already on her feet. ‘It must be way past half an hour since we ate,’ she agreed, turning serious.
‘Way past,’ Saif agreed dryly, striding ahead of her into the foam.
CHAPTER FIVE
THEY swam like dolphins, and in spite of everything that had happened that day Antonia wondered if a day had ever ended so well. Saif was a much stronger swimmer than she was, and when a giant wave crashed over her head he was there in moments, drawing her to him where she felt safe. She was intensely aware of the brush of his hard, warm body against her own.
She felt safe and yet at the same time in the worst danger of her life, if only because no one had ever made her feel so aware of her physical self before. Saif made her want to swim better and to tease him all she could. She wanted to show off and flirt with him—with danger. Some small inexperienced part of her hoped he wouldn’t notice her attempt to attract him, but the rest of her most definitely hoped that he would.
She would wait a long time for another night like this. They were miles away from anywhere on a desert island, with no one to see them as they stepped out of their normal lives and did whatever they wanted to do; they could be whoever they wanted to be…
And she wanted to be attractive to Saif.
She plunged into the waves at his side and began powering out to sea, leaving him with no alternative but to go after her. Seizing hold of her, he trod water, demanding, ‘What do you think you’re doing?’
Her answer was to playfully spray a mouthful of salt water in his face. Astonishment barely covered it. He gave her a look. She dodged out of his grip and started swimming away. ‘Last time I was too gentle with you!’ he exclaimed, catching up with her again.
Her answer this time was to splash him as she called out, ‘If you don’t like it, catch me and punish me.’
And, like a sleek young otter she slipped out of his grasp and swam away again.
‘Okay, I’m sorry!’ She shrieked with excitement when he caught hold of her. She was playing with him as if they were lovers. But this was the Gulf, and he was a king, while she was…wonderful. She felt so warm and supple beneath his hands, and it was impossible not to notice that they fit together perfectly when he struck out for shore.
