Thief of Mine (3 page)

“I’m not meeting you anywhere, mate.” God, why hadn’t she
closed her legs when she had the chance? Of course the obvious answer was she
subconsciously hadn’t wanted to. Damn subconscious. It had been seeking release
from the moment she saw this man him thrusting into the bride. Stella’s eyes
snapped open wide as his fingers found her clit, circling slowly. Uh oh…

“Please don’t…” Stella, like any woman, was super responsive
to any sort of stimulus on that tight bundle of nerves. Her toes curled up
tightly in her shoes as she tried to maintain some semblance of control. One
part of her wanted him to stop, as this was so wrong. But the other part of her
knew that him touching her like this was so right.

“But I have to, princess. I want you to pay attention to me.”
Kit knew he had her complete attention now. She was biting her bottom lip and
trying not to pant out loud. Kit wanted to drive her to frenzy with the rhythm
of his fingers.

The fact that a complete stranger could stick his hands in
her pants and drive her wild like this was both shocking and exciting. It was
an unspoken fantasy of hers to have sex with a stranger. But she also knew that
particular fantasy could get her into big trouble.

“Where outside?” Stella had to stop him now before she
embarrassed herself. She was amazed no one was looking at them and wondering
what was going on. The panic had to be written all over her face. Clearly she
was a better actress than she thought.

“Hmmm…” Kit murmured thoughtfully as if trying to think
about where they should meet. He was enjoying himself and the fact that this
woman now had his undivided attention. He slid one finger, then another, inside
her and felt her muscles instinctively wanting to suck him inside.

“Where?” Stella squeaked out, as the slow, insistent rhythm
of his fingers inside her made her entire body tingle. Lord, don’t let her have
an orgasm at the wedding table.

Kit smiled. The slippery wetness coating his fingers
indicated this woman was not as indifferent to him as he made out. His thumb
continued rubbing the tight nub between her legs as his fingers slid slowly
back and forth into her. The thought of making her come then and there made Kit
feel powerful beyond measure.

“Don’t do this to me.” Stella knew she sounded pathetic and
weak, but she was at the point of losing control.

The plea in her hazel eyes got to Kit. He wanted her
submission but he didn’t want to embarrass her. He stopped the friction on her
clit.

“Meet me in the garden, princess.” Kit reluctantly removed
his hand from her panties. There was so much he wanted to do to this woman.

Stella sighed in relief. Social disaster had been averted by
seconds. How did one recover from screaming out loud as they came in front of
expensively dressed wedding guests? It was not something she ever wanted to
find out.

“Fine…whatever.” The garden was as good a place as any to
kill him. She would figure out where to bury his body later. Stella hated
losing control of any situation and for that he must die.

“See you soon.” Kit stood up and smiled charmingly at her as
if he was the perfect, well-mannered companion.

“Eat dirt and die,” She hissed at him as she as watched him
leave. She knew she should not meet him in the garden. That was a dumb move.
But what would he do if she didn’t? The man was willing to make her come in
front of a room full of strangers. God knows what he would do if she refused to
meet up with him. Stella decided it was better to get it over and done with.

Stella stood up, feeling wobbly on her feet as she smoothed
her skirt down. She had an aching and itching between her legs that needed to
be soothed. She clamped her legs together tightly to try and ease it. How dare
Kit Kincaid treat her like that. She had been trapped and he knew it. And now
the bastard had left her wanting more. After so long without sex her body was
ready for any sort of action. But not with him. No way. She wasn’t that
desperate. Okay, that was a lie. She was verging on desperate, but she was
determined to keep her knickers on. That was plan A. Plan B was her knickers
off, his cock inserted inside her while she held onto his ass and urged him on.
It would end with her hating herself later.

“Aim for plan A, Stella,” she muttered to herself.
Thankfully none of wedding guests noticed her or her wobbly legs as she trailed,
Scarlett O’Hara-like, out of the reception hall. They were doing all the things
wedding guest were expected to do. They were either drunk, talking fast and
loud or eating whatever free food they could shovel in their mouths.

“I am never getting married…” Stella muttered to herself as
she made her way out to the garden. What was the point of commitment if you
screwed not only the groom, but also someone else on your wedding day? No real
commitment there other than a commitment to having sex. Which wasn’t a bad
thing, but she figured marriage had to have more than just sex going for it.

Stella stalked out through the french doors and into the
garden. It looked nice with its lights twinkling in the warm evening air. They
had the enchanted theme down pat. However she wasn’t interested in lights or
enchantment. She was interested in telling the blond man just what she thought
of him. She spotted him in the semi darkness and made an angry beeline for him.

“What is it you want?” Dumb question, of course, as the man
had been in her panties only moments ago.

“Surely that’s obvious. I want you.” Kit had picked the most
secluded spot he could find for his rendezvous for Stella. Kit planned to have
sex with this woman. She knew that. He wasn’t shy but he had a feeling she wasn’t
about to share herself with all and sundry and he liked that.

“What? Are you nuts? You just had sex with the bride and you’re
not even the groom. And now you want a bridesmaid?”

“Not just any bridesmaid, I want you.” Kit removed his tie
and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt.

“Well, call me crazy but I’m kind of picky who I have sex
with.”

Kit liked the outraged woman who stood with her hands on her
pink hips and her breasts heaving, fit to burst out of their ridiculous
restraint. There was a lot of contained passion in that pink-covered body,
looking for release. It was kind of sweet to hear she did not just go for any
man.

“So?” Kit moved toward her. His cock was hard and ready for
action. He just had to get the object of his desires to be willing to receive
him and she was almost there. They both knew it.

“So what?” Stella snorted incredulously at him. He was
looking at her like he knew her every fantasy. Stella knew she should not be
sucked in by that look. It was probably a look he had tried on hundreds of
women with incredible success. And, if she was honest, Stella wanted this man
despite every reason she shouldn’t. She knew she was being pathetic and weak
but she wanted him. And maybe that straw-blond hair of his wasn’t that
bad…Stella slapped herself mentally. What was she thinking? The man was a
player. He expected to get her. Stella had no intention of being got by him.
She had to get a grip on her wayward hormones.

“Don’t you think it’s trashy to be propositioning another
woman so soon?” Stella started channeling her inner bitch. She had to keep
control of this precarious situation. “It’s hardly flattering to know you are
just in heat for any woman and I am the next one available.” Stella would never
allow herself to be second choice.

“Again, princess, I don’t want just any woman. I want you.”
He moved in close and smelt the hot scent of her body and knew he had to have
her. “And secondly, I don’t believe there is a school of etiquette on how soon
a man is allowed to have sex.”

“Well there should be.” Even as she said the words, Stella
knew they sounded ridiculous. She was not surprised that he laughed at her.
What the hell did she do now? Stella wanted to stand her ground and look
confident but Kit was awfully close and he looked much more confident. And yes,
it was true that she liked confident, sexy men but she wasn’t about to fall at
this particular man’s feet. Kit Kincaid was the sort of man your mother warned
you about and yet secretly hoped that one day you would have at least just
once. Didn’t she deserve that? Shouldn’t she honor her mother?

“I want you. I turn you on.” Kit looked into her hazel eyes
and knew it was true. “Admit it, princess, you like me despite all the reasons
you shouldn’t.”

“You are so up yourself.” Yes, damn it, it was true. She
wanted him.

“I’d rather be up you.”

For one moment, just the way he said those words sent such a
rush of heat through her body and down between her legs that she thought she
would have an orgasm.

“Wow, you really know how to sweet talk a woman don’t you?” she
choked out.

Kit looked down into her wide opened eyes.

“I know what I want and I make no pretence of it. So why
lie?” His eyes moved down to her pink encased breasts, the fabric straining to
cover them. He knew that with one tug of the material those breasts would pop
out and into his hands.

“Don’t even think about it.” Although she was thinking and
wanting the same thing. And why wasn’t she moving away from the bad boy like
any rational good girl should? Not that she was a good girl—although she
thought about being good sometimes.

Kit lightly traced his fingers over the smooth skin of her
shoulder. He felt the shiver from her body run up his hand.

“Come on princess, haven’t you just wanted to have reckless,
passionate sex with a stranger?”

“No.” Well, yes, she had. It was something she had
fantasized about in an abstract never-going-to-happen kind of way. But that was
fantasy where sex had no complications and the man in question had not just fucked
her best friend. “Keep touching me like that and I’ll scream,” she said. Okay,
maybe that sounded a tad over-dramatic but she was losing control and trying to
sound affronted seemed like the right thing to do.

“Oh yeah, you’ll scream, but not in terror.” Kit slid his
hands down to her waist.

“Your confidence in your abilities is staggering.” Stella
tried to push his hands off. But the skin on his hands felt kind of nice
against hers so it was only a half-hearted push. She had not been touched in
such a long time. It was not like she was going to let him do anything to her
anyway. Well, not much. She was still going with plan A, although plan B also
seemed liked a very fine option at the moment. Would plan B be so bad?

“That’s not the only thing about me that is staggering.” Kit
pulled her to him tightly pushing the hooped skirt back from her body. His hips
ground into hers letting his intentions be known.

Okay that was a mighty big erection and seemingly it was
just for her. What to do, what to do? Be good? Be bad? Bad seemed like the best
option when she knew she would feel good after knee wobbling sex with Kit
Kincaid.

Kit could see in her eyes she was turned on as much as he
was. His hands moved up to cup the full swell of her breasts, kneading the
encased flesh gently.

“I want to suck your breasts.”

“Uh…” Frigging hell. Stella had never had a man be so
forthright with her and his hands felt awfully nice and strong on her breasts.
What would a sane woman do at this moment when presented with a sexy man with a
fully loaded cock just for her? “I shouldn’t…” She couldn’t let her angels down,
could she?

That was all the Kit needed to hear as he pulled at Stella’s
bodice.

“Says who?” Her large, full breasts popped out lush and firm
just as he knew they would be. “Beautiful…” he murmured as his head dropped
down and his mouth captured one of her pink nipples and sucked on it hard. The
groan from Stella was all the encouragement Kit needed.

“Oh God…” Stella pulled his head toward her breasts, all
pretence and sensible reasons to stop gone as he tongued her nipples. No
reasoning in the world could compete with the tight, wet tingling between her
legs.

Kit fought to push up the fabric of her hooped skirts. He
wanted to touch and taste every part of this woman. He reluctantly stopping
sucking her nipple and looked at the obstacle before him. He looked back up at
Stella. The look in her eyes told him he had her. Kit pulled down hard on the
waist of the skirt and ripped it away from the bodice.

Stella gasped as the fabric fell around her legs leaving
only her panties as the final barrier. She wasn’t exactly sure whose hands
pulled them down first but soon they were off.

Other than her thigh-high stockings, heels and bodice pushed
down around her waist, Stella was completely naked and Kit liked what he saw.
He kicked the skirt away as his lips descended on hers greedily.

Stella gasped as Kit’s tongue thrust into her mouth and his
hands grasped her ass and pulled her hips forward to meet his. There was no
further need for pretence. She wanted this man now. Her hand instantly moved
down to his trousers searching for the zipper that would free his cock. As she
pulled his trousers down, his engorged cock sprang forth. She looked at him in
amazement.

“Bloody hell.” she panted out loud. He was huge. Simone was
not exaggerating. His cock was indeed sublime. Stella wasn’t sure she could
take him to the hilt inside her but she was certainly willing to try. Her hand
could not even encircle his cock completely he was so large. Stella licked her
lips in anticipation. To hell with conscience and morality. This was going to
beat both of those concepts hands down.

“Got a condom, lover boy?”

Kit searched through his trouser pocket and found one. He
believed in being a Boy Scout, prepared at all times. He pushed Stella back onto
nearby lawn furniture. The wooden table was high enough and strong enough for
him to push Stella backward and slide inside her. As Kit lifted her up onto the
table they both knew there was no need for further foreplay, they were more
than ready for each other. They had been ready since the moment they met.