Page 42 of Thief

Kat took a stride backwards and began to undo the buttons of her jeans. As she did so studied his brooding face. He was concentrating on her with flaming intensity. His eyebrows were heavy and practically met over the bridge of his nose. His wide, dark chest shifted with each deep breath he took.

She shimmied her hips and allowed her jeans and knickers to drift south before stepping out of them and flicking them aside with her toes.

She stood stock still—utterly naked.

Dappled in the fractured pink light of the still drawn curtains, she inhaled a deep, nervous breath. He looked so damn big, so powerfully male. She was unsure what his next move would be. He’d seen it all before. Would he still like it or would he flatten her with a snide remark and stalk from the room? His predatory expression could go either way. Her heart raced. Her breath hitched. There was more at stake now. She wanted to please him in ways other than physically. She wanted him to feel like he was giving her something she’d missed out on. He’d seemed so angry about her first experience, murderous almost.

“I’m nervous,” she said, coiling her fingers together.

“Why?” His gaze darted up to meet hers.

“It’s my first time.”

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t be scared. I’ll show you what to do.”

“But what if you don’t like me? What if I do it all wrong?”

“Baby, you’re one sexy woman. Even if you lay like a sack of potatoes, I would still get off.”

Kat stepped back between his legs and felt her nerves retreat. “Sack of potatoes, that’s an odd fantasy.”

“I have much stranger fantasies than that.” His eyes glittered with a mountain of need. “But I think we’ll keep them locked away for your first time.”

“I’m curious now.”

He wound his hands round to her buttocks and smoothed over them. “Be careful. Curiosity killed the cat.”

She tipped his head up with her finger. “Lucky I have lots of lives left then.” She bent to kiss him, slow and hot to leave him in no doubt it was him she wanted.

His feather light touch ran over her back, up to her neck then down to the sensitive skin behind her knees. She shuddered at his sweet, delicate caress, which felt like a million popping bubbles on her skin. It felt so good. Big hands that could be so damn gentle. She moaned low in her throat and buckled her knees, her legs weak.

Suddenly, solid arms surrounded her thighs and waist, and the next thing she knew, she was being lifted onto the bed, relieving her feeble legs. Lifted around like a doll again— but this time she didn’t mind.

“Lay back, Pussy Cat. I’m gonna return the favour.”

Her gaze was questioning, but she soon saw what he meant. He was kissing down from her naval as his hands reached for her ankles and pulled her legs apart. There was no resistance.

“John…” she gasped, the pulse in her throat beating a wild tempo.

“What?” He glanced up.

“Nobody has ever…before.”

“I guessed as much.” He smiled briefly then returned his attention to her pussy. He dipped a finger into the dewy warmth and pushed up to the first knuckle.

She sighed and squirmed farther onto his finger. Sweat broke out on her brow. What would it be like to be kissed down there, to feel John’s tongue on her intimate flesh? Suddenly desperate to know, she pushed her hand on the crown of his head and tilted her pelvis towards him.

She didn’t want to wait another minute.

Taking the hint, he used his free hand to expose her clit then pressed his open mouth over it. Giving her no time to adjust to the new sensation, he simply sucked long and hard.

She cried out and arched off the bed like a bowstring ready to fire, pushing down onto him and at the same time fighting away from him. He dropped his forearm over her stomach and held her still. He kept his mouth firmly on her erect clit. He drew all of her in with his soft suction as the tip of his tongue gently ringed her supersensitive bud. It was the only part of her body she was aware of, the only part of her universe that existed.

The pressure released, and he circled his tongue down to her opening. He withdrew his finger from her pussy, only to replace it with the inquisitive tip of his tongue. He swiped and whirled higher and higher, sending more scalding pleasure ricocheting through her body.

“Oh God,” she moaned. A rush of wetness flooded from her core as he licked all around, in and out, up and down, leaving no piece of pussy undiscovered.

She summoned the strength to lift onto her elbows to look down at him. He had his eyes closed, and his mouth was hidden from view, but his nose sat over her bare lips, and his head bobbed in time with her wild sensations.

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