Celt, a little privacy would be nice.
The borzoi shifted positions, padding a few feet away and dropping down to curl up, no doubt thinking him crazy.
“Can anyone see us?” Antonietta’s knees were already weak with desire. Her body flooded with hot need. How could she possibly want him, no need him, so quickly? So completely? It was actually frightening to think she could be so out of control at a mere touch. So out of character for someone who thought through her every move and planned everything down to the smallest detail.
“Does it matter?” He demanded, “Tell me, Antonietta, will you want me if I am not what you expected?”
She pushed her breast deeper into his palm, savoring the way her entire body responded to the friction. Behind her dark glasses, her lashes drifted down. “You aren’t at all what I expected. This terrible hunger I have for you isn’t at all what I expected. You make me feel desperate.”
“I am feeling a bit desperate myself.”
“You’re distracting me from the package.”
“We would not want to forget the package.” He leaned down to brush a kiss on the top of her head. His fingers massaged her body. “I cannot take my hands off of you. I am trying. But it is not working.”
Antonietta found it fascinating the way her body tightened and clenched in reaction to the stroking caress of his fingers. She wanted him right there. Right at that moment, in the solarium with its glass walls and hanging plants. With the waterfall in the background and her body wrapped around his.
“You are not helping,” he said, confirming he could easily read her mind.
“Someone could see us, Byron, walk right in, couldn’t they?” The package was beginning to be a distant memory. She should have been embarrassed that he could read her mind, read her every erotic thought, but she was grateful. She wanted him to take her, wanted to feel his body plunging deep and hard inside of hers.
He replaced his hand with his mouth. Antonietta cried out with the wave of sensations swamping her. Her arms circled his head to cradle him to her breast. Ravenous hunger rose to swamp her. Her legs shook.
“Byron? What’s happening to me? I’m not like this.” She was always cool and confident and in control in her dealings with lovers. She was never a flame burning with the raw force of a firestorm. Uncaring where she was. Whether someone might see her. She was a private person. Sex was never intense and hungry. The most important thing in the world to her at that precise moment was ripping away Byron’s clothes.
He took her glasses from her nose and set them aside. “No one can see us, Antonietta. It is impossible. Even if there was someone in the room with us, I could shield us from view.” His voice was husky. He drew her shirt over her head and let out his breath at the sight of her breasts. His senses were heightened by her needs. He could feel her through their mind link, the terrible pressure building and building deep inside of her. The heat. The shimmering fire.
Antonietta shuddered. “What are you doing to me? I can feel you in my head, feel what you’re feeling.” There was a dangerous edge to his hunger. To his need. His body was heavy and full and thick, pressing tightly against her. And he was without clothing. Her hands found his broad back, traced the muscles there. Her neck throbbed and burned. A spot over her left breast throbbed and burned. In her deepest core, small miniexplosions seemed to be going off, rocking her, making her weak.
Byron dragged her slacks down, stripping away her lace panties. “Keep your arms around my neck. Hold on, Antonietta. Hold tight.”
She wanted to protest. She should have protested if she had an ounce of decency. Instead, she wrapped her arms securely around his neck and held on tight. He lifted her. Easily. As if she had no weight to her at all. “This is crazy. And too fast. How can I want you like this?” And she was much too heavy for acrobatic lovemaking.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
The catch in his voice destroyed her. She obeyed him, her body open and vulnerable to the invasion of his. Antonietta cried out as he pressed against her very core. Wave after wave of sensation rocked her. Rocked him. She could feel herself through his mind. Hot. Wet. Slick. A velvet fist wrapping tightly around him as he entered her. She thought she might have screamed with the sheer ecstasy of it. But it might have been him, calling her in her mind. Pleasure shimmered around her, over her, and through her. Through him. He moved, his hips surging into her hard. Deep. She rose up, using her strength, slid down the length of him with exquisite slowness, paying particular attention to how she made him feel.
The breath slammed out of his lungs and he burned for her. Antonietta accepted her own power with a very feminine smirk and took the initiative. She began to ride him, using his mind to guide her, searching for the perfect move, her muscles milking and gripping strongly. It was heaven. Paradise. She didn’t want to ever stop.
His hands massaged her buttocks in time to the wild ride, driving the passion up another notch, while flames licked from their toes to the top of their heads. Breath mingled, air disappeared, lungs burned. Nothing mattered but the waves of pleasure washing over them. The pressure continued to build. She could feel it like a gathering volcano in him. He could feel it like a racing storm in her.
Antonietta suddenly tightened her arms around his neck, leaned into him, her teeth finding his shoulder as he plunged deep, dragging her hips downward to meet his body. Flames crackled and sizzled. Colors burst behind her eyes. Or maybe it was his eyes. It didn’t matter. His mind was solidly in hers, his body sharing hers. The earth around them rocked, rippled with life, exploded into a thousand pinpoints of light.
Antonietta lay on his shoulder, unmoving, uncertain she could move. Wondering why they both weren’t a puddle of water on the floor. The most energy she could summon was to touch her tongue to the bite mark on Byron’s shoulder. She could feel the tiny indentation with her tongue. “I bit you.”
“You do not sound sorry.”
“I think it was in retaliation. I’m fairly certain you bit my neck the first time we made love.”
His rumbling laughter caused an electrical vibration to sizzle through her body. Just that fast, it brought another orgasm. She rode it out, savoring every shudder. “I could just stay here forever.”
“I would not mind,” he agreed companionably, “but we have company.”
The door to the solarium rattled, stuck for a moment, then fresh air circulated through the room, taking the combined scent of their lovemaking and dispersing it immediately. Misters on timers began a soft spray of the plants.
“Where are you?” Tasha demanded. “I swear they came in here,” she said to the captain. “Antonietta? Byron? Diego is here. You don’t mind me calling you Diego, do you?” Her voice was sultry with heat.
Byron lowered Antonietta carefully to the ground, holding her until her legs stopped shaking enough to take her weight.
“There’s her dog.” Tasha spotted Celt. “Antonietta hasn’t gone anywhere without that dog since she got him a few days ago. She’s in here somewhere. She loves the exotic plants. Over this way.”
Antonietta stiffened, buried her face on Byron’s shoulder. She was completely naked and only a large leafy plant separated her cousin and the policeman from her. Byron’s large hands cupped her buttocks, pressed her tightly to him. They cannot see us here. Have no fear of discovery. He reluctantly let her go to drag her shirt over her head and settle her dark glasses back on her nose.