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hips, meeting him stroke for stroke, matching
his rhythm in a primitive dance. He shifted positions and grasped her ankles,
holding her legs together at his shoulder. The change drove her closer to the
edge. She slipped her wrists out of the belt then tore the blindfold from her
eyes. The sun was coming up and it took her a moment to adjust to the light.
    Chase’s expression was a study in concentration and sheer
bliss.
    “I want to see you when you come,” she told him.
    He smiled then pulled out of her, but not for long. He
kneeled on the ground, sat back on his haunches and helped her climb onto his
lap facing him. She took him inside her, rocking up and down.
    Another orgasm stormed through her, not as earth-shattering
as the last, but powerful all the same in a different, more intimate way.
    Chase helped her climb off him and he started stroking
himself as he stared deep into her eyes. She covered his fist with hers and
joined in his quest. He shut his eyes, gasped then detonated in their mutual
grip.
    She’d never acted so forward, so completely wantonly and it
felt great.
    Chase grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her
possessively to him for a scorching kiss. When they finally drew apart, his
eyes were wide and his grin infectious. “Wow!”
    “Same here.” They curled up together on the ground. She
closed her eyes and let herself drift to a peaceful rest.
    She woke to bright shards of sunlight streaming through the
holes in the roof of the shelter. Her heart drummed so hard it sounded like an
engine. Only it grew louder. She sat up and prodded Chase, afraid she was
dreaming.
    He opened his eyes and bolted up at the engine noise. “Oh
God, we’ve been rescued!”
    But what if that wasn’t the case? “Unless that’s the
kidnappers, back to finish us off.”

Chapter Seven
     
    Chase yanked on his shorts at lightning speed then moved the
open side of the shelter to glimpse the shore. Three men were inside the
motorboat as it stopped twenty or so yards from shore. A yacht sat anchored in
the harbor.
    “It’s not the kidnappers. Thank God.” But his relief at
being rescued was tempered by unexpected regret. He and Diana were just getting
to know each other in so many ways. He hated the intrusion of real life and
wondered how it would change things between them.
    “First thing I’m going to do is call my family.” Diana was
dressing and straightening her tousled hair.
    He was being ridiculous. They could hardly live on a
deserted island for any length of time. He waved at the men as two of them
climbed into the shallow water and started toward the beach. “Hello.”
    “Greetings from Sheik el-Tayid.” The curly haired man waved
back. “We rescue you.” Then he said something to the other man in their
language.
    Diana raced past Chase and ran toward the rescue party.
“Thank you so much.” Her voice broke on the last word. She let the men help her
into the skiff.
    Chase followed and minutes later they boarded the sheik’s
yacht bound for his private island.
    “How did you find us?” Diana asked the only crew member who
spoke any English.
    “Your sign of fire,” he replied. “We search with airplane.”
He gestured toward the sky.
    One of the crew yelled something at the man and he hurried
away, leaving her and Chase alone on the upper deck.
    “I have mixed feelings about this.” He searched her face for
any of the same regrets but he saw nothing but excitement.
    “Are you serious? We could have easily died on the island.”
The breeze blew her hair all around her head. She wiped a lock away from her
mouth.
    He tamped down an urge to kiss her, afraid things had
shifted between them now that they’d been rescued. The thought left him feeling
nostalgic and empty. “I guess you’re right.”
    The trip to the sheik’s island took less than an hour. They
disembarked at a marina where three other luxury yachts were moored as well as
what looked like a small cruise ship with the sheik’s