One Hot Desert Night

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do—eventually. Unfortunately, she didn’t feel all that strong at the moment. Not with Rayad so close, her hands resting on his broad shoulders while her heart beat a staccato rhythm in her chest. “Are we going to just float around here like a couple of rafts, or are we going to swim?”
    He pressed a soft kiss on her cheek. “How is your endurance?”
    “I don’t know. How’s yours?”
    “Excellent. I am also able to swim long distances, as well.”
    The sexy devil. “What do you have in mind? From a swimming standpoint.”
    He looked thoroughly disappointed. “I have somewhere else to show you, but we can only see it by water.”
    “Sounds interesting. You lead, I’ll follow.”
    This time he landed his lips square on her mouth, but he didn’t linger very long. “When we reach the opening to the cavern, take hold of my leg.”
    “Is that really necessary?”
    “Do you wish to be lost?”
    He had her on that one. “No.”
    “Should you inadvertently let go, you will be in total darkness. Keep going as you will shortly return to light, and our destination. I will go slowly.”
    She brushed a kiss across his unshaven chin. “Don’t be careful on my account.”
    He responded with an all-out grin. “Are you ready?”
    “I’m ready.”
    Before she could draw another breath, Rayad took off, swimming toward the mouth of the cave they had explored earlier. She attempted to match him, stroke for stroke, but he was just too fast.
    By the time she came upon the abyss, he was waiting for her, looking as fit as a fiddle and ready to take on the English Channel. She, however, was a bit out of shape. “That was exhilarating. How much farther?”
    “Not very far at all.”
    “Apparently your ribs have sufficiently healed.”
    “Well enough. Now take hold of me and do not let go.”
    Ever the tough guy. She gave him a salute. “Aye, aye, captain.”
    Rather than hinder his movements by commandeering his leg, Sunny slid her hand in the back waistband of his trunks. She only caught a glimpse of the scars, but they couldn’t detract from his appeal regardless of how bad they might be. Nothing could ever take away from the fact he was a compassionate, strong and extremely desirable man.
    As Rayad guided them through the darkness, Sunny had a few moments of knee-jerk distress. But it didn’t take long before she allowed herself to enjoy the freedom, the sounds and scents of the cavern and the man serving as her own personal escort through paradise. She soon became aware of the fact she didn’t feel the least bit claustrophobic, despite the total blindness to her surroundings. Instead, she felt oddly elated, completely liberated and oh, so taken with Rayad’s controlled strokes, bringing to mind some other strokes she would like to experience.
    Down, Sunny
—her thought as they continued on their trek. She needed to be a bit more wary, otherwise she would end up going down the wrong road with Rayad. Or maybe it could turn out to be the right road. Only time would tell.
    The blackness began to fade as they rounded a bend, and a large opening revealed a gentle waterfall flowing down the stone, feeding the basin below that led to the underground aquifer.
    Sunny let go of Rayad to swim forward, and when she felt sand beneath her feet, stood to admire the scene. “This is absolutely breathtaking.”
    “Yes, it is.”
    She looked back to find him staring at her. “I’m sure you’ve seen it so many times, you take it for granted.”
    He waded toward her and paused at her side. “I still appreciate its majesty, but I was not referring to the falls.”
    “Did you mean the sun bouncing off the water? The blue, blue skies?”
    “My admiration is solely for you.”
    She faced him and faked a frown. “You are one charming sheikh.”
    “And you are one very stunning woman.”
    “Flattery could very well get you anywhere you want to go,” she said as she draped her arms around his neck.
    “Anywhere?”
    Time to

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