My mouth watered as I gazed at the teal pool. It curved into the distance with an infinity edge, so I struggled to see where the pool ended and the crystal-blue ocean began. All around us heaven beckoned—the hotel with its manicured gardens, the tropical birds in the trees with their kaleidoscope of feathers, and the coconut laden trees dancing gently in the sea breeze.
I’d considered swimming in one of my corset and underwear sets, but I doubted it’d suit hotel policy—fishnet stockings and a garter belt were a little overdressed, not to mention, it screamed whore.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t take the heat anymore. I was a parched goldfish flopping in a broken bowl. I needed to get in that water. I’d sizzle into charred meat if I didn’t.
Standing, I said, “I’ve got to go shopping. I need a bikini.”
Joslyn, the crafty girl, had brought a set with her. As if she knew a crash landing would result in a week of paid holiday in Samoa.
She waved, mumbling from beneath her cowboy hat. “Be safe. Don’t go too far from the hotel.”
“Of course I’ll be safe. It’s not like I’ll be eaten by the locals, Jos.”
She giggled. “Bring me back an ice-cream.”
Slinging my bag on my shoulder, I turned to go. “I think you need sun-cream more than you need an ice-cream. You’re turning into a shish kabob.”
She groaned. “Just go away. You’re interrupting my tanning.”
I laughed and left her to it. Meandering through the gardens, I ascended the lobby stairs. It was rather odd having free time. I was normally so busy. I bit my lip, thinking. Was Nikolai hard at work assessing the plane? Where was Liam? Was he back from the airport? It was strange not having communication.
Every step I walked, my jeans chafed my sweat-beaded skin and my corset scraped against tender flesh. The moment I bought a bikini, I would take this lingerie off, and it would stay off until I departed the over-heated island.
The concierge glowed as I asked her where I might find some ladies attire. She gave me a few options: either the hotel boutique on the ground floor next to the spa, or head to the small row of shops not far down the road.
I chose the small shops—to get some culture and cheaper prices—and left in the way she pointed, making a mental list of things to buy.
The road was dusty and under kept, but it didn’t stop speedsters on motorbikes from charging past or local boys on bicycles wolf-whistling at me.
By the time I saw the row of five or six shops, I was ready to melt into a puddle. My list had grown incredibly long and included: water, sunglasses, sunscreen, and as many loose-fitting clothing as my wallet would allow. Screw sexy corsets in this heat. I’d never let my ‘puppies’ be free and loose before, but going braless sounded like the best idea I’d ever had.
The little bell above the door of the tourist shop jingled, and I sighed in relief as air conditioning blasted me above the door; slicing a temperature barrier between the stagnant heat outside and the chilly fridge of the shop. Thank God for a reprieve.
“Morning, ma’am.” The young girl behind the counter smiled. “Looking for anything in particular?” She was barely visible amongst all the inflatable rubber rings, pool toys, and blow up crocodiles. They truly did cater to western tourists.
“No, I can manage, thanks.” I grabbed a basket and shopped; throwing numerous items that weren’t on my list—such as chocolate and soft drinks—into it. Snacks for after dancing. Just thinking about spinning with Nikolai gave me happy chills. I just hoped we didn’t have an audience. Liam wouldn’t understand it was purely physical. Nikolai didn’t tug me the way Liam did. I couldn’t even decide how Liam made me feel yet… it was all too confusing. Then again, there was a hidden vulnerability in Nikolai that screamed for a hug and to get to know him better. Confusion chased those thoughts away. I didn’t have time to ponder about men. I was here to shop.
The convenience store didn’t sell bikinis, but I did manage to find a lovely white sequinned sarong which was only a couple of dollars.
The girl giggled as she rung up my bill. “You’ve almost wiped me out of sunscreen. Good thing too with skin as white as yours.”
I laughed. “That’s what happens when you live in a cold country.” Penguins were better suited to living in New Zealand, or fluffy sheep with their coats of wool.
She eyed my sweaty hair and rumpled t-shirt. “If you’re looking for cooler clothes, head next door. The lady hand makes her own things. They’re very good.”
“Awesome, thanks.” I loved local stuff. It always provided memories of the trip, even after their use had passed.
Lugging my plastic bags next door, I fell instantly in love with the bikinis on display—feminine and sexy. I spun in place to look around me with delight.
The older woman behind the desk took my shopping bags. “Here. You have fun. I’ll put these behind the counter for you.”
Everyone was so nice and friendly. I relinquished my bags and beelined straight to a pink bikini with a strip of diamantes running over the tummy.
Then another caught my eye.
And another.
I was star-struck by glitter. Obsessed with sequins. By the time I made it to the changing room, I clutched six bikinis that I was head over heels in love with.
I’d just slipped into a blue one-piece with different patterns cut out from the torso, when the lady threw open the curtain.
I covered up my breasts on impulse. Crap, since when did shopkeepers just whisk open curtains like that?
She tut-tutted, shaking her head, her thick black hair flicking. “Nope. That one won’t do.”
“Excuse me?” I looked at myself in the mirror. I thought the bathing suit was quite nice. It hid my stomach, but hinted at sexiness. “Why won’t it do?”
The woman ignored me and rifled through my hangers, picking the white bikini I’d grabbed with a string of large diamantes hanging from the base of the bra cups to the scant briefs below. Rhinestones scattered the straps, along with the smallest fringe of lace. It was very cute, but I worried it might be too much.
“Try this. With your complexion, it will go lovely.” She pulled the white sarong I’d bought next door from behind her back. “Plus, it will match this perfectly.”
Ignoring the fact she’d been through my things, I nodded and took the sarong. “Okay. I’ll try it.”
I tugged the curtain closed, but she fought me. “Once you have it on you come out and show me, deal?”
Oh sure, bossy one. I nodded, smiling despite myself. “Yes, I’ll parade it for you. Now shoo.”
She giggled and disappeared, leaving me to strip and shimmy into the white bikini. The moment it was on I knew I wasn’t going to take it off again. It was perfect. It covered all the right places and graced all the others with delicious details. The diamonds glittered like teeny tiny strobe balls, while the lace was the extra sexy touch it needed. In fact, it was very provocative in a nice way. I tied the sarong around my hips, beaming at my reflection.
I was pretty if I didn’t mind saying so myself, and all those hours spent dancing meant my stomach didn’t have an inch of fat.
Opening the curtain with a flourish, I flounced out with a spring in my step, giving the woman a show.
I choked and slammed to a halt. Holy crap, what was he doing here?
Blood raced in my veins as his gaze travelled down my curves before meeting my eyes again. I blushed as he pushed off from the counter; his body rigid as his eyes deepened from aquamarine to glittering lapis.
Liam.
Chapter Fifteen
Liam
Was it possible for a heart to launch itself out of a chest and splat against the floor? I swear mine was no longer operational.
Trying to resemble cool and collected, rather than a floundering moron, I said lazily, “Wow, Nina. You’re—” My voice sure didn’t sound lazy. I sounded strung out and stressed. Ever since my encounter with Nikolai, it felt as if a huge clock hung around my neck. Tick-tockin
g my time to win Nina quickly before impending doom.
Every second counted, and I’d make sure to use every one wisely while Nik was stuck at the hanger working. Sucker.
The moment I left the airport, I tried to find her. And now I had.
She stepped back, eyes darting everywhere but at me. I wanted to crush her in a hug. It wasn’t my intention to make her flustered. I wished I had a projector screen and could entertain her with a private showing of my feelings. Show her the true me. The Liam I’d hidden under swagger and pomp for too long.
Was it wrong to want her to like me as much as I liked her? When she was around I forgot my own occupation, and yet I knew if she liked Coke over Pepsi—she didn’t like either. What she did on her days off—went for a run around the Waimak River. I knew so many little things that would come across as freaky if I ever made a mistake and slipped. I couldn’t help it after being regaled by stories from Joslyn. She told me a lot about her friend, shared things that made Nina seem so real.
“Um… Liam. Hi. You’re not meant to—ah.”
I fought the urge to rush and kiss her cheek. To steal the heat in her face into my lips and transfer it to somewhere else in her body. I wanted to hold her hand, to tell her how incredible she was. Not just looks wise, but for being the woman who made me fall without even talking to me.
The sales lady flashed us both a smile. I swear she enjoyed my discomfort and false attempts at being cool. She cocked her head, winking at me. “Doesn’t she look great? Such a delicious looking woman.”
Nina coughed under her breath, cheeks flaming even more.
She wouldn’t catch me arguing. However, delicious didn’t do justice to Nina. Exquisite perhaps?
She laughed nervously, wrapping the end of her ponytail around her finger. Raising her eyes, she floored me with the hot look in their blue depths. My heart sat up in hope. She was interested. Every male part of me agreed she finally acknowledged me as more than just an arrogant pilot. Her façade cracked a little; I was determined to smash it to bits and invade.
Nina stopped fidgeting, straightening to place hands on her gorgeously feminine hips.
A tsunami of blood raced into my boxer shorts, leaving my brain gasping. Her chest was full but small, a perfect handful. Her petite frame was muscular with shadows of abs under her flawless skin.
She spun in place, asking, “What do you think?”
Oh God. I desperately wanted to close my eyes. If I looked anymore, I’d sport a North Face-sized tent in my trousers. Did she not know the affect she had on me? One look in the general direction of my shorts and she’d know.
“I think you know what I think,” I answered thickly. “You’re stunning and if you were mine, there’s no way I’d let you out of my sight dressed in that.” No way in hell. Just the thought of Nikolai seeing her in that bikini made my mouth water with the urge to knock his block off. When did I become so mountain gruff?
She sucked in a breath, and the air that had steadily turned from frigid air conditioning to sharp and poignant sexual energy, crackled with undisguised lust.
My heart thudded faster, sending more blood where I didn’t need it to go. How the hell was I supposed to walk out of here with this raging hard-on?
She bit her lip, then blurted. “Oh, did you drop off Anderson and Samantha?” She frowned. “How exactly did you know where I was?”
Shit. I didn’t come armed with an excuse of how I found her. Of course she’d ask that. I took the easy option and answered the first question only. “They’re on their way back home as we speak.”
I ran a hand through my hair, wincing as I brushed the wicked bump in my hairline. What I didn’t add was I found Jos by the pool and harassed her until she told me where Nina had gone, then I coerced the receptionist to tell me which direction she’d left in. Minor details. Things that made me sound like a lunatic and best left unsaid.
I stepped toward her; my mouth watered at her soft scent of coconut and lilacs. I completely forgot about the shopkeeper as I stopped within caressing distance.
Her chest rose and fell quickly.
Do not look at her boobs. I didn’t succeed, and my eyes dropped before I had the strength to pull them back to her sapphire eyes.
I wanted to get her on her own. To a space where we wouldn’t be interrupted; where I could fess up to my underhanded knowledge of her, and see if there was hope for me. I needed to know if there was a small chance I might interest her, before Nikolai swooped in with his twinkle feet and cast a spell I couldn’t break.
Pulling a whopping lie out of my memory bank of facts, I asked, “I wanted to find you. I’ve read there’s an amazing waterfall inland, and I’m heading over. I wondered if you wanted to join me?”
Don’t come on too strong.
I thought I handled that well. I could’ve just as easily grabbed her around the waist and thrown her over my shoulder. Giving her no choice but to come with me.
Shit, what was I, a caveman?
She paused, eyeing me with her lip bruised between her teeth. “Okay.”
My body tried to imitate an earthquake—quivering with a mess of excitement and nerves.
Needing to show her I was chivalrous and gentlemanly, I scooped her bags from the counter. I didn’t want to give her any excuse not to go with me, and I figured if I held her shopping, she had to follow.
I also wanted to do something nice for her. A small island present that would set the stage for whatever sprung between us. “Will you let me buy that bikini for you?” I pulled some local currency from my pocket.
Nina hurried forward, brushing my bare arm with her scantily clad breast. I stifled my groan.
“No, I can’t let you do that.”
I liked the idea of buying her something. If I owned it then technically something of mine was touching her in intimate places. Admittedly it might be going a step too far, but I wanted to buy her a gift she loved; something she’d look at and remember today and recall the waterfall that I hoped wasn’t full of moss and algae, or running a-muck with Giardia.
“Please,” I murmured, placing a hand on her warm forearm. It was as if the sun radiated off her skin. “I want to.”
“Um, sure,” she squeaked. “Why not? Seeing as you crash-landed, you owe me.”
I chuckled, loving the amusement etching her face. She probably couldn’t figure me out. Not after all the innuendos and cockpit jokes she’d been subjected to in the training course. Joslyn told me some of them, and they were downright crude. And totally false. About me at least, I couldn’t speak for other pilots. “Alright, if that’s the way you see it. I owe you big time.” I accented the word big, I have no idea why. Maybe she’d take the hint and ask what was big about it.
Her mouth opened a little, as I paid for her swimsuit. “Come on. Let’s head back to the hotel and hire a scooter.” I held my elbow out in invitation, and a thrill of satisfaction raced from her touch when she looped her arm with mine.
The bell above the shop door jingled goodbye as we exited. The sun scorched from above, and the longer we walked, the more the idea of a crashing cool waterfall sounded like a stroke of genius.
Nina padded beside me in her sarong and bikini. If she was self-conscious, she didn’t act it. Her skin was so pale it was almost translucent.
“Did you buy sunscreen?” I asked as we arrived back at the hotel.
Her voice was a little breathless, which made me want to punch the air. She was affected by me. Phase one complete. I just hoped I interested her on a relationship level rather than a purely physical one. As much as I found her stunning, I found the woman inside more so. I wanted more than sex. I wanted her. Complete with banter, conversations, arguments—all of it.
“Yes. I’m too pasty not to. I’d burn in a nano-second.” Her eyes were deep pools of blue with conflicting emotions.
Trying to keep it light, I grinned. “Good. I don’t want you turning into a lobster on me.” I couldn’t stop the heat blazing in my voice. “I
won’t be able to touch you then.”
She stumbled just as we stepped down from the lobby and entered the gardens. Fales danced with shadow-stencils from banana leaves and palm trees. Guests lounged on their balconies, paying us no heed. What did others see when they saw Nina and I together? Did they see a couple who’d been together for years on a romantic getaway, or was the tension of newness visible? Was it noticeable—the skirting around each other, learning, testing? I doubted anyone would guess we were island-wrecked by mangled plane, and I had six days to earn Nina’s affection. If Nikolai didn’t get involved, of course. The moment I thought about him, all the pain from the past reared, choking my happiness.
We stopped, and I had trouble chasing away the bad memories. Needing a few minutes to regroup, I handed Nina her bags. “Meet you here in ten minutes?”
Chapter Sixteen
Nina
Safe behind my door, I dumped the chocolate and snacks in the mini-bar, then smothered myself in coconut delight sunscreen.
Who was this man who paid for my shopping and carried my bags home? Where was the ego? The underhanded pilot tactics to get into my bikini briefs? Liam enthralled me, which both pleased and annoyed. I didn’t want to be infatuated by a male. I wasn’t governed by lust or attraction.
Lying to yourself again, Nina?
I couldn’t deny he seemed different. Deeper. More approachable out of his stark pilot uniform. It was as if his personality underwent a persona switch the moment his blazer rested on his shoulders. As much as I wanted to deny it, I liked the shorts and t-shirt wearing Liam. Something resided in his gaze—a flicker of something that urged me to let myself go and get carried away by the icy blueness.
I didn’t know how I kept walking beside him as my legs turned to the consistency of melted chocolate when he said he wanted to touch me. My arm looped through his was normal, sweet, and smashed all my preconceptions to microscopic motes.
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