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This instant love.
Before she'd even had a chance to figure out how she was going to handle this, Ahmed emerged from the tent.
Anxiety tightened her throat, made her heart beat quicker.
He looked so amazing. He was wearing his robe loose, opened at the front. As he started toward her, she could see his powerful body on full display. All his taut muscles, the dark hair on his chest. In spite of what she'd been telling herself moments before, she felt desire stir.
He smiled at her. "Good morning," he murmured.
Ahmed came to her and wrapped his arms around her. He smelled wonderful, she reflected as he leaned in and kissed her. His lips were soft and she felt the stirrings of his firmness against her body.
Was this man completely insatiable? He was ready for her again, and he didn't mind her knowing that simple fact.
He leaned back and ran his gaze across her features. "You look beautiful, this morning," he murmured.
She felt her cheeks flush. "Thanks," she said. "You don't look so bad yourself," she added defensively.
She looked hesitantly at him and saw that he'd noticed her uncertainty.
His brows narrowed. "What is it?" he asked.
"Nothing," she replied.
He didn't look convinced. He gazed steadily at her and she could see he was trying to judge her reaction.
"Is there something I should know?"
She shook her head. "No. Why do you ask that?"
"You look distracted," he said.
"Last night was slightly distracting," she retorted, trying to make the remark sound casual. He didn't laugh. Again, he didn't seem convinced.
He took a step back and gazed at her, assessing her for a moment. She could see the beginnings of doubt in his eyes, now.
"Why do I think you've got something you want to say to me?"
"I don't," she replied, moving away from the tree and walking along the sandy edge of the pool.
He followed alongside her. Gemma thought for a few moments and then stopped. She halted and peered at him.
Ahmed took her arms, holding her gently, but firmly. His touch produced an instant reminder of last night, of every gentle caress, every passionate embrace.
She tried to ignore that, but it was almost impossible.
"You've changed your mind already, haven't you," he said evenly.
"What are you talking about?"
"Last night."
"What about it?"
His gaze darkened. "Do I have to spell it out? What it meant for me?"
She looked away from him. Then she felt his fingers beneath her chin, and he moved her face so that she was looking straight at him again.
"You remember what I said to you, last night," he stated.
