she allowed him to stop and pointed to the distance.
‘Can you see the beach?’ she asked.
His eyes scanned the horizon and as they settled on the thin strip of sand he grinned.
‘Dry land. Race you?’
Mia stared at him—he was beyond exhausted. His face was completely drained of colour and his lips were starting to turn an unhealthy blue.
‘Maybe another day,’ she said.
They set off again, fighting against the tide for each inch. It seemed like an eternity to Mia and she had to keep glancing behind her to check her companion was still afloat and breathing.
Her foot hit sand and she gave a whoop of delight.
‘You can stand,’ she shouted over her shoulder, ‘we’re in the shallows.’
She saw him put his feet on the seabed and his knees buckle. In an instant she was beside him again, supporting him under his arms and half dragging him to shore.
They collapsed on the beach, arms and legs entangled, both too exhausted to move. For a minute Mia lay with her eyes closed, allowing her breathing to become steady and regular and her heart to stop pounding. When she felt a little recovered she propped herself up and looked down at the man lying beside her.
His eyes were closed and his chest barely moving. She inched closer, wondering whether the final push to shore had been too much for his heart. Tentatively she laid a hand on his chest and felt the reassuring thud as the blood was pushed around his body.
‘Thank you,’ he murmured without opening his eyes. ‘You saved my life.’
Mia looked down and realised her hand was still lying on his chest. She knew she should move, but found herself captivated by his tanned skin. Lightly she drew her fingers backwards and forwards over his hard muscles, feeling them quiver with exhaustion under her touch.
She glanced at his face and wondered if he was sleeping. He looked so peaceful, so content, not like he’d spent the night battling with the elements. His eyebrows were crusted with salt, as were his lips, and his hair was sticking up in every direction. She ran a few strands through her fingers. It was golden—even soaking wet the colour still shone through. She hadn’t seen many people with golden hair. A few of the soldiers at the fort and a few sailors in the distance, but no one like this.
‘What’s your name?’ he murmured.
Mia guiltily drew her hand back from his hair as she realised he was watching her with some amusement.
‘Mia.’
‘Mia. That’s pretty. Like you.’
‘Are you always this smooth?’
‘I’ve just been in a shipwreck and swum hundreds of miles to shore. You have to forgive a man for not being quite on top form.’
‘You’re forgiven.’
‘I’m Will,’ he said, struggling to sit up. He held out a hand and Mia hesitantly took it in hers. He raised her hand to his lips and gently brushed a kiss on to her skin. ‘It really is a pleasure to meet you.’
Mia could feel the blush rising up her cheeks and had to force herself to meet his eyes. Even after a near-death experience this man could turn on the charm; he would be deadly when fully recovered.
‘What happened?’ she asked softly, trying to distract herself from the intensity burning behind his eyes.
‘I was on The White Rose. We were only a few miles from shore when the storm hit.’
‘Let me guess—the Captain decided to make a dash for the harbour instead of battening down and riding it out.’
He looked at her appraisingly.
‘You don’t spend a lifetime in the Caribbean without learning a thing or two about the moods of the sea,’ she said.
‘He did his best, but we didn’t stand a chance.’
‘Were there any other survivors?’
‘I saw a few, tried to convince them to swim with me for shore, but most of the sailors can’t do more than a few strokes and wanted to wait for the Navy to mount a rescue.’
Mia saw the pain in his eyes. He was mourning for the dead sailors, probably a whole ship of young men in their prime now dead, swallowed up by the sea.
‘I’d just about given up when I saw you on the cliff.’
He turned to look at her again and the intensity in his eyes made her self-conscious. She glanced down and to her horror remembered she’d thrown off her clothes before jumping in to rescue him. Her undergarments were sodden and sticking to her skin, revealing almost everything that lay beneath.
He must have seen her stricken expression and hastily looked away.
‘I’d offer you my jacket, but I seem to have misplaced it.’
Mia forced herself to smile. He was just a man, she repeated in her head. He might be a very handsome man with an infectious smile, but he was just a man all the same. They were from very different walks of life and after today she would probably never see him again.
‘My house is not too far,’ Mia said. ‘Do you think you will make it if I help you?’
‘Lead on.’
Mia stood, forcing herself not to cover certain parts of her anatomy with her arms, and held out a hand to help Will up.
‘Thank you, my lady,’ he said, struggling to his feet, then offering her his arm.
Arm in arm they staggered along the sand. Mia could feel the warmth of his body as it brushed against hers and couldn’t help but remember the feel of his chest underneath her hands.
‘Stop it,’ she muttered to herself.
Will stopped suddenly, causing her to careen into him. She suspected normally he would be able to withstand the force of a small woman travelling at such a slow speed, but in his weakened state his knees buckled and he fell to the ground. Mia tried to pull her arm from his, but was too slow. She felt her feet stumble, followed by the inevitable fall towards the ground.
She landed squarely on top of him, her nose touching his.
‘Ooof,’ he said quietly.
Stunned, Mia couldn’t move for an instant. She could feel the hard muscles of his chest pushing against her breasts, their legs tangled together and lips so close that just a small twitch and they would be kissing. She tried not to notice how his hips were pushed up against hers, but couldn’t deny the heat that rose through her body in response to his closeness.
‘Mia,’ he murmured. ‘My angel.’
Before she realised what was happening Will had reached up and pulled her lips on to his, sealing them together with a passionate kiss.
‘Mia,
