He had never felt the need to look beyond the surface of a beautiful woman, and he had no intention of looking too far now.
‘Relax.’
This struck Hannah as ironic advice from someone who, as far as she could tell, never totally switched off, someone who was never totally off duty. Duty always came first with Kamel. If it didn’t, they wouldn’t be married.
While Kamel was speaking to the pilot she took the opportunity to look through the glass without fear of gibbering. The helipad was not, as it had seemed, positioned perilously on the cliff’s edge, but several hundred feet away, and screened from the villa by an avenue of trees. Hannah could just make out through the branches the terracotta roof, but the rest of the villa was totally concealed by the lush greenery.
Above the whirr of the blades she could hear the men’s voices. She was struggling to catch what they were saying when it happened. Previously it had only occurred when she was in a small space—the lift between floors, or in the pantry in the kitchen—but now there were no walls to close in on her, just glass. Even so, the urge to escape and the struggle to breathe were equally strong.
Her knees were shaking but Hannah was so anxious to get back on terra firma that she didn’t wait. She didn’t wait for Kamel, who was still deep in conversation with the pilot; she just had to get out of there.
Hannah watched as her luggage was piled onto a golf cart by two men—one of whom she had almost flattened when she missed the bottom step in her anxiety to escape the helicopter. Both men nodded respectfully to Kamel and vanished through an arch cut in the neatly trimmed green foliage.
Hannah could feel Kamel’s disapproval—she’d sensed it before but it had upped several notches.
‘You should have said that you have a problem with helicopters.’ Seeing the surprise in the blue eyes that flew to his face, he smiled. ‘Yes, it was obvious.’ He took one of her hands in his and turned the palm upwards, exposing the grooves her nails had cut into her palms. ‘Any tenser and I think you’d have snapped. Why on earth didn’t you say anything?’
‘Why didn’t you ask?’ she countered, wishing he would release her hand, while feeling an equally strong reluctance to break the contact. His thumb was moving in circles across her palm, and each light, impersonal caress sent wave after wave of disproportionate pleasure through her body. But then there was no sense of proportion in her response to Kamel when she thought about how completely and how quickly she had given up control, and it terrified her.
She tensed as his eyes flicked from her palm to her face. ‘You have a point,’ he conceded. ‘Should I call them back?’ He gestured in the direction of the now invisible carts. ‘I thought you might like to stretch your legs, but if you prefer—?’
‘No, a walk would be good.’ A night of mind-blowing sex might be better, though. The reciprocal warm glow in his eyes made her wonder if underneath all the politeness an alternative dialogue wasn’t just going on in his own head too. But who knew what went on in the mind of a man like Kamel?
She couldn’t begin to intellectualise her response to him. How could she be standing here, thinking about him ripping her clothes off?
Shocked and more than a little excited by the thought, she lowered her gaze. ‘You don’t have to act as though this is a real honeymoon,’ she murmured. It was duty for him. And for her it was...all so new she had no name for what she was feeling. But the ferocity of it scared her. ‘I know it’s window dressing.’ It had never crossed her mind that she could want a man’s touch this badly, to the extent it was hard to think past it.
‘I like touching you.’
For a shocked instant she thought she had voiced her secret longing. ‘Oh!’
‘The sex wasn’t window dressing.’
Experiencing a wave of lust so immense she felt as though she were drowning, she closed her fingers tight around his hand. She swallowed, suddenly unable to meet his eyes, her heart thudding fast in her chest. She felt bizarrely shy. The emotion paralysed her vocal cords and brought a rosy flush to her cheeks.
‘We are expected to make a baby, so why not enjoy it?’
The glow faded. Afterwards, with his duty done, would he seek his pleasure elsewhere? His life was all duty—he would probably be glad to escape it.
‘It’s not far to the villa,’ he said as they reached the top of the incline they had been climbing.
Hannah gasped. ‘It’s beautiful, Kamel.’