Stealing the Billionaire's Heart (3 page)

Damn it! Nicholas Morgan was a mean
man who thought she was a no-good criminal. How dare her body betray her and
get all hot and bothered by his pat down. It wasn’t like he was doing it to get
a reaction out of her. Unless that reaction was fear.

Biting her lip, Nixie tried to
prevent any more inappropriate responses.

* * *

Nick froze when he heard Nixie
gasp. Had he hurt her? He quickly dismissed that. He was barely touching her.
Then what had the noise been about? Was the little cat burglar afraid of him?

A thought hit him and made his eyes
widen in disbelief. Was she
enjoying
this? Impossible. What type of
burglar became excited about getting caught in the act and frisked? Crazy
burglars with chipped, orange nail polish, that’s who.

Wanting to see if his theory was
correct, Nick brought his hands to the back of her neck, running fingertips
along her skin.

She stayed silent, but he felt her
flinch at his touch, saw her fingers curled into fists on the nightstand. Huh.
Either she was trying to hide her attraction to him or she was about to punch
him. She was probably going to punch him, but it seemed like a question worth
exploring.

Nick slowly, tentatively ran his
hands down the center of her back, tracing the line of her spine. By the time
his hand reached her lower back, he could tell she was having trouble controlling
her breathing. She
was
getting hot
over this.

With a wicked grin, he decided to
indulge himself with a little bit of naughty touching. He crouched down behind
her, slowly running his hands up the insides of her bare legs.

“Y…” She swallowed before she was
able to continue. “You’re not going to find anything there,” she accused, “and
you know it.”

“I don’t know,” he whispered, his
breathing hot against the back of her thighs. “I’m finding a few things of
interest.” He climbed very slowly to his feet, his hands rising as he moved.
His fingers continued to inch upward, disappearing underneath that tiny skirt.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch her most intimate parts, he pulled
back.

He heard her disappointed little
whimper and it made him want to push his luck just a little bit more. Hell, a
lot more. He wanted to bend her over the nightstand and take her right there.
It took every ounce of self-control not to do just that.

Instead, he returned his hands to
her lower back and slowly slid her shirt up to expose her pale flesh. Bending
down, he flicked his tongue across her silky skin.

* * *

When Nixie felt his tongue flick
over her bare back, she nearly lost all control. Startled, she jumped,
attempting to straighten.

Nick’s hand was suddenly in the
center of her back, pushing her back down. In his movements to keep her still,
he’d stepped in closer, pressing his groin into her backside.

Oddly in this encounter, despite
the fact that it was Nick doing the searching, she was the one to discover an
unusually large bulge. A soft moan escaped her lips and it took a great deal
not to press back to feel the hard length of him against her.

That little moan seemed to
encourage him because he slid one hand underneath her shirt along her back
while his other palm inched along her stomach.

His fingers grazed over the back of
her bra and she realized what he intended to do. “Nick,” she warned.

Not finding what he wanted, Nick’s
right hand slid around her waist to the front of her bra to meet his left.

“Nick,” she whimpered breathlessly.
“Please…” She wasn’t quite sure what she was begging him to do. There was an
alarmingly wonderful ache between her legs that was making her knees wobble.
There was also her insulted pride. Just what kind of girl did he think she was?

She was still debating on whether
to demand him to let her go or beg him to have his way with her when the clasp
in the front of her bra was unhooked. Her breasts came bursting free into his
eagerly awaiting hands.

He gave them a gentle squeeze,
drawing a moan from her lips.

She thought she might collapse with
pleasure when he grazed his thumbs along her nipples, stroking and giving
gentle tugs until they were harder than she’d ever felt them.

* * *

Savoring each little noise he
forced from her, Nick continued to toy with Nixie, caressing along her tender
flesh. He wasn’t hearing any objections, so he kept going. He would go as far
as she would let him. Hell, he’d put a ring on her finger at this point if it
meant getting into her pants. He was totally, absolutely infatuated with her.
He was obsessed. It was sick. He knew that, but he’d give anything to have the
feel of her naked skin on his. He was desperate for it.

He removed his right hand from her
breast and slid it down her flat stomach. He continued downward, sliding his
hand into the waistband of her skirt. Using his fingertips, he maneuvered
himself into her panties. He found her wet and eager, leaving the tip of his
finger slick with her juices. He ran the tip of his index finger over her,
using a light feathery touch as he brushed over her clit.

She gave a sharp gasp, her breath
coming short.

Her little, fervent noises were too
much. Before she could realize what was happening, Nick tossed her to the bed.
He quickly climbed on top of her, wanting to keep to a minimum the amount of time
he was not in contact with her body.

With sure hands, he pulled her
shirt over her head. He then helped slide her out of her bra. He gave a little
growl of appreciation at having her half-naked. Without waiting for permission,
he grasped her left breast in his hand and lowered his mouth to it. As his
tongue danced around her nipple, his right hand slid down between her thighs.
He pressed his thumb against her, rubbing in a slow circle. “I want to taste
you,” he whispered.

* * *

Nixie was beyond reason. The only
thing she could register was the feel of his mouth and hands moving over her
body.
 
“Then taste me,” she whispered
back, not caring what he did as long as his mouth was still on her.

He gave her a sly grin and began
sliding down her body, kissing a trail as he went. Before long, he was kneeling
between her legs, sliding her out of her skirt and panties. Once he had her
completely naked, he slipped his hand between her legs. He leaned over her, his
fingers spreading her lips to expose the area she desperately wanted him to
explore. He leaned down in front of her and exhaled, letting his breath tingle
along her sensitive skin.

Nixie squirmed underneath him, jaw
clenched. She squeezed her eyes firmly shut, her breath coming in short, uneven
gasps. She jumped in surprise as his tongue flicked out along her and then was
gone just as suddenly. She whimpered, feeling on the verge of losing her mind
at his delicate touches.

Nick grabbed her thighs and forced
her back down to the bed, sliding his tongue along her in a slow, steady tempo.
He pulled back once again, nuzzling into her left hip. “I want you to come,” he
whispered against her skin.

His breath tickled along her thigh,
but Nixie didn’t dare move for fear he would stop what he was doing. “So do I,”
she said breathlessly. “Believe me, so do I.”

Nick chuckled deep in his throat,
the sound low and manly. “Then relax, baby.”

The husky way he called her ‘baby’
brought goose bumps to her arms. Man alive, this guy had everything. The body,
the looks, that grin, the brains, the money, and that voice. She shivered.

At her shiver, his lips curled up
into a slow, seductive grin.

Had she mentioned the grin? And how
could she forget that gorgeous hair? Right now, he was staring into her eyes
through a wall of that chocolate brown goodness.

Her hand traveled down and she
brushed her fingers through his hair. She felt him respond, leaning into her
touch. He lowered his mouth to her again and Nixie forgot all about his hair.

He started off slow, giving her
long, languid licks. He kept a steady rhythm. It was just enough to get her
whimpering softly beneath him, but not nearly enough to bring her to orgasm.
Nixie knew he was drawing it out, driving her crazy, but never bringing her over
the edge. It felt almost like punishment to tease her like this, to force her
to beg for it. Finally, unable to take it any longer, she whimpered out his
name, that one word begging for release.

Her asking seemed to be what he was
waiting for. The next instant, he was sucking and licking, stroking his tongue
firmly along her clit.

It took less than twenty seconds of
his vigorous exploration before Nixie was thrown into orgasm. She gave a
helpless cry, her hands clutching at his hair as she rode the intense wave of
pleasure.

He continued to lap his tongue
along her until every spasm of her muscles subsided.

When he finally pulled back, Nixie
slumped back against the pillows, listening to the thud of her own heart.
“W…wow.”

That devilish grin played along Nick’s
lips as he began kissing his way up her body. “And I’m not through with you
yet.”

Nixie felt a delicious tingle at
that statement. She could only imagine what else he had in store for her. When
he reached her neck and began kissing the hollow of her throat, she frowned.
His nose had brushed up against the necklace, making her realize she was still
wearing it. Leaning up, she reached around her neck to take it off and return
it to him.

Nick’s hand suddenly closed over
hers. “Don’t,” he requested. On her puzzled look, he added, “I like seeing you
in nothing but my jewelry.”

The low, sexual tone of his voice
and the way his eyes roved over her body made the tingling intensify. “Okay…”

With a smirk, Nick leaned in and
captured her lips with his.

When she opened her mouth, he
slipped his tongue inside, and she immediately tasted herself on his lips. With
a moan, she reached up toward him, burying her hands in his shirt. “Clothes,”
she ordered. “Off.” After another passionate kiss, she said. “I want you inside
of me.” More kisses, each one becoming more desperate. “Now.”

Nick broke contact, leaning up onto
his knees. He quickly began unbuttoning his shirt. As soon as all the buttons
were free, he wriggled out of it and tossed it to the floor. Once the shirt was
gone, he stared down at her, panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Are you sure about this?”

In response, she grabbed him by the
front of his belt and pulled his lips down to hers.

His hands ran through her hair
while their tongues battled for control.

Nixie concentrated
on the button of his pants. As soon as she got that free, she slid the zipper
down and began tugging at the clothing. She got it down far enough for his
erection to spring loose. Upon seeing it, she shook her head in disbelief. This
guy was perfect in every way. It almost wasn’t fair. She quickly wrapped a hand
around him, squeezing to add stimulation.

He groaned, the sound low and
primal.

Nixie slid her hand along him,
running from tip to base then back again in a leisurely, measured rhythm. She
watched her hand in concentration, sliding along him, using his reactions as a
guide on what to do. After a few moments, she looked up to find Nick staring at
her.

Their eyes met and Nixie’s heart
dropped to her toes. The look in his eyes unnerved her. She’d expected lust,
not the affectionate look of adoration. The look threw her into uncertainty as
to how to proceed.

While still holding eye contact,
Nick gave her that adorable grin.

She couldn’t help but return his
smile. It was just too infectious.

Upon seeing her smile, Nick leaned
in and kissed her, pressing his palms to either side of her face. He kissed her
slowly, his tongue flicking across hers.

This she could work with. Lust, she
knew. “Nick,” she mumbled into his mouth, “fuck me.”

He pulled back with a look of
amusement. “Only since you asked so nicely.” He trailed his hand along her
neck, his fingertips brushing the gold of the locket before trailing down
between her breasts. “Just let me get out of my pants.”

Nixie bit her lower lip while she
watched him climb off the bed to remove his pants and boxers. She leaned back
on her elbows, thoroughly enjoying the show.

His body was absolutely stunning.
He was all hard muscles and tanned skin. He wasn’t the body builder type,
though. He was muscled, but he was thin with long limbs and a narrow waist. In
Nixie’s eyes, he was perfect.

The perfect body. Just what a girl
was looking for in a one-night stand. Not that she would know from experience. She
wasn’t into one-nighters. Her relationships never lasted long, because men
found her to be too disorganized and unpredictable, but she took them
seriously. This here was a bad idea. A bad, bad, bad idea.

Nick thought she was a criminal. He
didn’t trust her. This was a situation that could go nowhere good…except for
the sex. She had a feeling that would be unbelievably good…but after
that…nothing good could come of this. She knew that, but she couldn’t bring
herself to tell him to stop.