Reaching behind her neck, she went to unclasp the necklace when a voice asked, “Find anything you like?”
Nixie gave a squeal and jumped in terror. She banged her knee painfully against the nightstand in her frantic attempt to turn toward the owner of the voice. When she was finally able to face the door, she found Nicholas Morgan leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest with one eyebrow arched questioningly.
Nixie sucked in a deep breath of relief. It wasn’t the police. Thank heavens. “You scared the crap out of me,” she hissed. “You should make more noise when you creep up on people like that!” She frowned, realizing how contradictory that statement was.
“I’m sorry,” Nick said smoothly. “I forgot that I’m to warn the burglar of my presence. How thoughtless of me.”
“Burglar!” Nixie cried indignantly.
“Besides,” Nick added, “you were making enough noise for the both of us.”
Nixie felt a blush creep up her cheeks and quickly forgot about the burglar comment. Had she really been that loud? “Well,” she sputtered, trying to make up for her lack of stealth. “You weren’t supposed to be here,” she accused.
“I’m not supposed to be here?!” Nick cried in disbelief. “Excuse me, Nixie, but I live here. You’re the one breaking and entering.”
“How do you know my name?” she asked with a gasp.
Nick’s lip quivered in amusement and he pointed to her chest. “You’re still wearing your nametag.”
Nixie looked down at her nametag in utter mortification. She’d worn her nametag to a crime. Only she would break and enter with her name emblazoned across her chest. “Like I said,” she mumbled meekly, “you weren’t supposed to be here. You had that charity dinner thing.”
“You mean the one that was last night?”
Damn it. She really needed to pay more attention to details.
“Please turn and put your hands on the nightstand,” Nick requested.
Nixie blinked blankly at him. “Huh?”
“Turn and put your hands on the nightstand. I’m going to pat you down. I’ve got to find out what else you’ve stolen,” he said accusingly, gliding across the room to her side.
“I didn’t steal anything!”
When he reached her, Nick flicked the necklace that was around her throat. “Then I guess this got here by magic.”
“No…I…”
“Face the nightstand,” Nick repeated, his voice letting her know there wouldn’t be any compromising with him. He would be searching her whether she wanted him to or not.
With a sigh, Nixie turned and placed her hands flat against the nightstand. A moment later, she gave an indignant yelp as his hands grazed over her hips. She went to move and he shoved a hand less than gently into the small of her back, forcing her to stay still. “You are violating me!”
“Not to sound childish, but you started it.” He stuck his foot between hers and kicked her into a wider stance. “I’m not letting you leave here until I’m sure you don’t have anything else.”
“Nick, I…”
“I don’t want to hear any stupid excuses. Please, just be quiet so we can get this over with without having the cops visit my house.”
Though she was annoyed at the fact he wouldn’t listen to her, Nixie felt relief flood through her. Being patted down like a common criminal might be humiliating, but at least he was going to let her leave. In the end, he’d get his necklace back and she’d get to keep her job. It was a good outcome for both of them.
Nick’s hands smoothed along her waist, looking for what she assumed were any unusual bulges. His hands slid around the front of her short denim skirt, running over the pockets.
Nixie rolled her eyes. “Do you really plan on finding anything there?”
“I didn’t plan on finding you rooting through my stuff,” Nick retorted, “so you never know.”
Nixie let out a huff of agitation. “This is really unnecessary, you know?” She was about to make a sarcastic comment when his body brushed against the back of hers as he leaned forward to make sure she didn’t have anything in her hands. She would have tried to stop it, but the small, sharp intake of breath happened before she could cover it up.
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 h
er 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.
Overcome with a fit of inappropriate giggles, she said, “This is so wrong.”
Nick tossed his pants to the corner, standing naked in front of her. “You have no idea.” He eyed her body, his gaze lingering as he roamed over certain areas of interest. “I should be calling the police, but…” He shrugged and crawled onto the bed, seemingly feeling no need to finish that statement.
Nixie went to defend her innocence, but his mouth was on hers before she could say anything. Before she could try to break away and speak, he was lowering her down to the pillows. She instinctively spread her legs and he shimmied in between them, settling in against her. She liked the fact that he didn’t rush.
He was confident in the fact that he was going to get laid, so he wasn’t in a hurry to start before she changed her mind. Instead, he was giving her leisurely kisses, his fingertips caressing her breasts, trailing along her nipples. He rolled one between his thumb and middle finger.
Nixie moaned, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut.
He lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing and nipping gently at the skin. While his mouth concentrated on her throat, he slid a hand between them and helped guide himself to her opening. He ran the head of his erection along the tender nerves of her clit.
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