‘Tell me how you are feeling.’ And suddenly he realised just how bad this could be. They were miles from civilization. Even if he called a helicopter, it wouldn’t arrive within an hour. He told himself that she was fit and healthy and not in any of the high-risk groups, but still anxiety gnawed at him because he knew that for some people the bite of the scorpion could be deadly. ‘I don’t carry anti-venom.’
‘Well, thank goodness for small mercies because there is no way I’d let you jab me with a needle and inject me with more poison.’ She flinched as he moved the ice. ‘That is freezing. Are you trying to give me frostbite?’
‘I’m trying to stop the venom spreading. Does it hurt?’
‘Not at all. I can’t even feel it.’ It was obvious that she was lying and he threw her a look.
‘You are the most exasperating, infuriating woman I’ve ever met.’
‘Thank you.’ She smiled and that smile snagged his attention.
‘What makes you think it was a compliment?’
‘I take everything as a compliment unless I’m told otherwise. Am I going to die?’
‘No.’ Hiding his concern, he put his hand on her forehead. ‘We need to get your clothes off.’
Her eyes flew open. ‘You’re warped, do you know that?’
‘This isn’t seduction. This is first aid.’ And he didn’t want to think about seduction. He didn’t dare. His hands were firm as they stripped off her clothes and she made a feeble attempt to stop him.
‘I can’t let you see me naked.’
‘I’ve already seen you naked on many occasions.’ Too many occasions. She was the hottest, most beautiful woman he’d ever met and he didn’t need to be in this position to be reminded of that fact.
‘That was different. You weren’t about to marry another woman. I don’t get naked with almost married men.’ She snatched at the sleeping bag and he let her cover herself but not before he’d caught a tantalizing glimpse of creamy skin. A glimpse that tested his self-control more than it had ever been tested before.
It was a struggle to focus on what he was doing. ‘I have to cool you down and you need to stop snuggling inside that sleeping bag because you’re overheating.’ He poured cool water on a cloth and held it against her head. ‘Females tend to have a more severe reaction because of their body mass.’
There was a dangerous gleam in her eyes. ‘Are you calling me fat?’
‘Did I mention the word fat?’
‘You said “mass”. Don’t use the word “mass” in relation to my body.’
‘Even if I tell you it’s because you have a smaller body mass?’ He didn’t want to be amused. He didn’t want to feel anything for this woman. ‘Be silent. You need to rest.’
‘I can’t rest with you this close.’
He rubbed his fingers over his forehead, exhausted by the drain on his self control. It was fortunate that both of them were too principled to give in to it.
‘I’m watching you for any adverse reaction.’
‘Well, stop watching me. It feels creepy.’ She rolled onto her side, but a moan escaped her. ‘How long am I going to feel like this, Mal?’ The tremor in her voice concerned him more than anything because he knew how tough she was.
‘You feel bad?’
‘No, I feel great.’ Her words were muffled by the pillow. ‘I just want to know how long this great feeling is going to last so that I can make the most of it. How long?’
‘Hours, habibti.’ He hesitated for a moment and then allowed himself to stroke her hair away from her face, telling himself that touching her was all about comfort and nothing else. ‘Possibly a bit longer.’
‘I was stupid. You must be furious with me.’
If only. ‘I’m not furious.’
‘Then try harder. It would make it easier if you were furious.’
Mal gave a cynical smile because right at that moment he doubted anything would make it easier. He placed his fingers on her wrist. ‘Your pulse is very fast.’