The Desert Prince's Proposal

‘Your work is very important to you. I understand.’

The surprising thing was she could tell he did understand. There was no censure in his tone, no judgement, and she wished for the hundredth time that day that things could be different.

‘Would you like to walk back to the hotel now?’

She could add ‘intuitive’ to his list of already growing, impressive attributes.

Fiddling with a patch of peeling paint-work on the balustrade, she furiously marshalled her thoughts, knowing she should end this now and walk away alone.

She hated goodbyes, hated the awkwardness that accompanied them, and she knew without a doubt that saying goodbye to Sam would be harder than she could’ve thought possible when they’d first met at the airport yesterday.

‘Bria? Is something wrong?’

Sighing, she turned to face him, torn between wanting to make a run for it and prolonging their parting for as long as possible.

‘Honestly? I’ve enjoyed your company more than I expected, and I’ve always found saying goodbye difficult.’

He raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curving up into a smile.

‘I think you just paid me a compliment.’

‘You bet,’ she muttered under her breath, wishing her pulse wouldn’t accelerate at the slightest glimpse of his smile, all too aware she’d never had this instant attraction to any other man before, and totally thrown by it.

‘If saying goodbye is so difficult, maybe we should agree to meet again?’

Her heart turned over in hope before plummeting. She may be in the throes of forgetting every sane reason why she usually held guys like Sam at bay, but that didn’t mean she’d lost it completely.

Keeping in contact would be futile, considering this was a flying visit to Australia for him and she had no plans to return to London any time soon.

Not to mention the unshakeable fear that her interest in him, and the incredible speed at which it had developed, could breach the finely honed defence mechanisms she’d taken a lifetime to establish.

Shaking her head, she said, ‘I don’t think that’s going to happen, so maybe it’s best we say goodbye now?’

Rather than his smile slipping, it widened into a confident grin of a guy used to getting everything he wanted.

‘I asked you yesterday if you believed in fate.’

‘And I’m pretty sure I told you what I think of it,’ Bria said, finding his philosophising strange in a man who obviously dealt in concrete deals on a daily basis.

The businessmen she liaised with were firmly rooted in facts and figures, relegating fate to the hands of those unlucky enough to lose out to their mega deals. Yet here Sam was, implying there was something more to their meeting than a chance encounter—weird.

‘Do you want to know what I think?’

Her breath hitched as he took a step closer, filling her personal space with his potent presence, drawing her towards him like metal to a magnet.

‘Uh-huh.’

‘I think we’re going to meet again. Soon.’

She chuckled at his prediction, her forced laughter a cover for the riotous nerves pulsating through her body at his proximity.

She wanted to flee.

She wanted to stay.

She didn’t know what the heck she wanted!

Sam took the decision out of her hands when he reached out and captured her face between his palms.

‘This has been a special time for me, Bria Green. And I think you feel the same way.’

She couldn’t nod, couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, and when he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers in the barest of kisses her eyelids fluttered shut as sensation exploded like a fireball.

‘That is fate’s way of sealing our future meeting,’ he murmured, his deep voice washing over her in a sensuous wave, low, warm, intimate, and she all but melted against him.

His lips grazing hers had sent her lingering doubts of a proper goodbye up in flames and she opened her eyes, determined to imprint this man, this moment, in her mind.

However, the instant her eyes opened her resolution to make their farewell short and sweet vanished and she covered his mouth with hers, pouring her incredible, uncharacteristic desire for him into the swift, heartfelt kiss.

She didn’t think.

She didn’t rationalise.

She didn’t excuse.

Instead, the minute he responded by parting his lips a fraction she deepened the kiss, eager to taste him, to tease him, to drive him wild with wanting.

As much as she wanted this kiss, as much as she wanted him.

Fire streaked through her body as their tongues touched, tentatively at first, before growing more eager, more demanding.

He tasted of the sweet strawberries dipped in chocolate they’d shared for their picnic dessert, an intoxicating combination she’d never forget.

Sam infused her with sensations she’d never dreamed possible. She wanted to taste him, to feel him, to hear him moan her name…

He groaned and slid his fingers into her hair, pushing her hard up against the balustrade as he showed her exactly how much their attraction was mutual.

Bria had no idea how long they stood there, mouths frantic, bodies entwined, but the moment he broke the kiss reality came crashing down with a finality that left her more breathless, if that were possible.

She’d thrown herself at him.

She’d practically devoured him.

What had she been thinking?

Racking her brain for the right words, for any words, she gnawed at her bottom lip.

‘You do not need to say anything,’ Sam said, placing a finger against her lips for an all-too-brief moment, before dropping his hand.