Her belly shook with laughter. Could something that felt so good-and that had released the tension racking her body-really be wrong? She pushed her fingers through his silky hair, feeling affectionate toward this handsome and resourceful man.
She didn't want to be anywhere else but in his arms right now.
Though she wouldn't mind being in his arms safe in a comfortable hotel in Bahrain. But if the crash hadn't happened they would have continued the flight without exchanging more than a few pleasantries to each other. He'd never have learned that she was an architect who could design not only his palace but an entire new world for him.
The first misgivings hit her like raindrops falling from a cloud. If she wanted the commission so badly she should never have slept with him. This man was a king, for crying out loud, or soon would be, and he was hardly likely to want a relationship with an American commoner. Their intimacy would be an embarrassment and any attempt at professional relations would be awkward and impossible.
By sleeping with him she'd probably lost out on the commission of a lifetime.
"You're breathing hard." His deep voice tugged her from her thoughts.
"I'm a bit overwhelmed right now."
"Understandable." He stroked her hair, pushing it gently off her forehead. "But I suspect that you'll be able to sleep and everything will seem more doable in the morning. I think the sandstorm is dying down already."
She listened hard and could barely hear the sand flying against the metal skin of the airplane. "That would be a relief. Though I hope it hasn't buried the plane."
"If it has, we'll dig it out. We have plenty of water left, and we'll be good here for a few days. My instincts-the same ones that told me to make love with you-tell me that we'll be rescued tomorrow." He removed the condom in the plane bathroom.
They really did have every convenience here. It was kind of funny.
"How?" She wanted to laugh at his confidence, even if it was fake.
"Either we'll raise someone on a radio, or figure out another way to send a distress call from the plane, or they'll send out a search party and spot us."
"I do hope so." She rested her cheek in the slight depression between his strong shoulder and his thick biceps. It was as comfortable as the finest hotel pillow. He rested his other arm over her, enveloping her in a soothing caress. "I've never had such amazing sex before, and I might want to have it again."
His chest shook with silent laughter. "Clearly, you've been missing out. And I'd be happy to oblige. How come you don't have a boyfriend? I know you're married to your work, but you're very beautiful and must have men following you everywhere."