Page 6 of Thief

Kat looked up. He wore a soft expression, but she could see hot flames of desire licking through his dark irises. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and pushed a hand over his harshly cut hair. She wondered if there was a glimmer of uncertainty in his face, but it shot away before she had chance to examine it.

She stood, hesitated, then walked towards him. It seemed she had to be the one to go to him; he wasn’t going to throw himself on her. It was sweet in a way. If they’d been two normal people about to get it together with no hidden agenda, it would have even have been romantic.

He smiled down at her. “I’m nice, Kat, really I am. It’s risky for a woman picking up a guy in a bar, but you’re okay with me, I promise.”

“I know.” She looked into the depths of his eyes.

“Good.” He hooked his index finger beneath her chin and tilted her face to his. “Because it’s going to be a night to remember…just fun stuff, okay?” He bent his head and pressed his mouth against her lips. He tasted of whisky—oaks and barrels, heavy and mature. When he probed his tongue into her mouth, she felt like he was tentatively offering her a part of himself.

She opened up.

Gentle and exploring, he delved deeper. He was one hell of a kisser, and despite her normal aversion to tongue action, Kat found herself wanting more.

He pulled back, slightly out of breath, and dropped his finger from her chin. “God, you’re delicious,” he said then leant back in. This time he wrapped his arms around her, encasing her in muscle and wedging her against his rock hard chest. He set about devouring her mouth all over again.

Kat slipped her hands between their bodies and tugged at the metal button of his fly.

May as well get to it, get him satisfied and into a deep sleep so I can take my payment and keep Carlos happy.

“Hey, Pussy Cat, what’s the rush?” He gripped her wrists and pulled them up.

“I want you,” Kat murmured and pushed onto tiptoes to steal another kiss.

“I want you, too, but we’ve got all night.” He tipped his head to nuzzle her stretched neck. “I want to savour every tiny bit of your gorgeous body. Enjoy having a woman in my bed for the first time in a long while. Then, after we’ve come together, we’re going to do it all over again.”

A shiver sizzled over Kat’s nerve endings. She didn’t know if it was his tender little kisses or his deep, confident voice deciding how their night was going to be. But whatever it was, it had her buzzing in a way she never had before with a hit. Buzzing in a place, which didn’t normally buzz except when she gave it attention herself.

“Turn around,” he whispered into her ear. With his hands placed on her shoulders he exerted gentle pressure.

Kat let her arms hang limply at her side and did as he’d asked. Her sleek mane of hair appeared over her right shoulder as he scooped it from her nape to gain access to the zipper of her dress. She felt a tug, heard a quiet whiz and became aware of the material loosening around her ribs and hips. He took hold of the small straps on her shoulders and slid them off. The dress crumpled in a heap at her feet.

Kat looked downwards. She was wearing all black underwear, a good solid bra to support her double-Fs, a lacy thong, and fishnet hold ups. She’d had no intention of getting them on show. She’d worn them for her own pleasure, but now she was glad she was a girl who liked to be prepare—a girl who had a penchant for luxury undies.

“Step out,” he ordered from his crouched position by her ankles.

Obediently, she moved her three-inch heels and let him lift the dress from the floor.

He straightened, stepped past her to the sofa and laid it over the cushions as if it were the most delicate fabric he’d ever handled. He walked back over and stood directly behind her again.

Silence.

She waited.

He was so close yet he wasn’t touching her. He didn’t utter a word. His body heat blasted her bare back and buttocks. The steady stream of his deep breaths washed over her neck and shoulders and tickled like a summer breeze.

She went to turn, wanting to see what expression was playing on his rugged features, but the second she started to twist, pressure was applied to her shoulders as he urged her to look at the doorway to the kitchen again—the kitchen where his keys lay on the counter, waiting for her.

“You have beautiful skin,” he said quietly. “It’s flawless.”

Kat was about to reply when a swarm of butterflies floated down her neck, kisses so delicate she had no choice but to flutter her eyes and mouth shut. She felt the increasing warmth from his body on her naked skin and his deeply male scent surrounded her. An involuntary sigh trickled from her lips.

His fingertips danced down her spine until they reached her bra strap. The temperature and pressure increased as he undid the small hooks. As it was released Kat was aware of the full weight of her breasts.

He glided the straps down her arms and the bra fell to the floor. The flesh of her breasts looked translucent, veined under the direct beam of the overhead bulb. Her nipples were milk chocolate circles, every bump and wrinkle exposed as they peaked in the cool air.

A dart of desire shot from her rib wall through the weighty flesh and collected in her nipples as she studied herself. John was back behind her, but she knew it was just looking at herself that was creating the hot circle of sensitivity.

It has nothing to do with him.

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