"Only every other woman?" she quipped.
"Only a woman that I feel a strong connection with. You feel it too, Ronnie. I can tell."
She drew in an unsteady breath. "I feel something, alright. Though I'm not sure what."
He kissed her again. His tongue thrust in to joust with hers and sent a ripple of electricity to her toes. Her hands had somehow snuck into his jeans and cupped his curved backside with gusto. She didn't usually give in to instinct, but right now that seemed the only possibility.
He stroked her cheek. "You're brilliant and beautiful, and for once I'm glad we're trapped here together." He unbuttoned her shirt swiftly-it wasn't even the first time her blouse had been off that day-and touched her breast through her bra. Her nipple tightened and she suppressed a gasp.
"You're handsome and charming and I'm sure I'll regret this, but…" She unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. With some more tugging and writhing they were both naked on the unfolded luxury seats of the private jet, rolling Zadir's condom on over his impressive erection.
Desire dimmed her doubts and fired her enthusiasm as they wound their naked bodies together, exploring and enjoying each other. He entered her carefully, working his way in gently as she opened up for him and softened in his arms. It felt so wrong-but so good-to let go of her fears, to let herself be swept away by this powerful man.
He guided them in a hypnotic rhythm that made her moan against her will. When she heard the sound of her voice in the sand-swept hush of the cabin, she wondered for a second if she'd totally lost her mind. The answer was simple: of course she had, but there was nothing she could do about that now except surrender to the passion of the moment.
They moved together, sometimes her leading the rhythm and sometimes him. At one point, she climbed on top and brought them both to the very brink of climax, then she slowed the pace and pulled back, prolonging the bliss as long as she could, as if this was the last pleasure they'd have.
Which, given the circumstances, was a distinct possibility. The sudden memory of their grim predicament made her grip him with added force and soon their orgasms propelled them both into an abyss of ecstasy.
Damp with perspiration, panting and shuddering with the aftershocks of their release, they held on tight to each other.
"We probably shouldn't have let ourselves sweat out precious water." Her voice was a raspy whisper.
"I'll lick it back off you." He flashed a cheeky glance from where he lay next to her.