Thief of Mine (9 page)

“What are you doing in here?” It was a dumb question but it
was one she found honor bound as a woman to ask.

“As you know, there is a drought on and we have been told to
conserve water any way we can.” Kit turned Stella around to face him. “I just
want to touch you, princess.”

The raw honesty in his eyes made Stella gulp. There was so
much she wanted and needed but she was afraid to take or ask for.

“Kit I…”

“Don’t speak, just feel.” Kit turned off the water and
reached for the soap. He lathered it up between his hands. The scent of vanilla
and coconut assailed his senses. There was not one inch of Stella’s body he was
not going to touch. He moved forward and started at her shoulders gently
massaging the tension he could feel pinching at them.

Stella sighed softly and closed her eyes. Kit’s cock
pulsated hotly against her stomach as he massaged her shoulders. She had never
felt anything so wonderful as this man’s touch. She came alive under it. She
moved his hands down to her breasts. She loved the way it felt when he touched
the swollen mounds.

Kit was more than happy to follow the lady’s demands and pay
very special attention to her beautiful breasts. He soaped them slowly, leaning
forward to place soft, sucking kisses onto Stella’s mouth.

Stella was ready to fall to the ground and let Kit do
whatever he wanted to her. However, Kit kept her standing as his hands moved
slowly down her body paying the same attention to her stomach and hips.

Kit deliberately missed the wet tangled curls of her pussy.
He planned to come back and give that area long and special attention. He knelt
down and continued to massage her legs and feet. His ran his hands up to her butt
kneading her plump flesh, sliding sensually into the cleft of her ass making
Stella writhe sinuously.

Stella leaned forward and grasped Kit’s broad shoulders to
stop herself from falling. This was the most wondrous thing any man had ever
done for her. Who knew she could feel this good?

Kit looked up at Stella. Her eyes were closed and her head
was thrown back. That she was enjoying and feeling so much intense pleasure
made him feel powerful.

“Open your eyes, princess. I want you to see what I’m doing
to you.” As her eyes fluttered open at his words, Kit lathered up the soap up
again and gently pushed her legs apart. He slid his soapy hand between her legs
and into the folds within, slowly massaging and teasing the soft flesh.

“Oh God…” Stella moaned as she clutched at Kit, as his
slippery fingers circled her clit with a slow, strong friction that made her
made to want cry in pleasure.

As Kit slid two slippery fingers inside her, he felt the
instant response of her vaginal muscles wanting to tighten around him. He slid
his fingers back and forth and smiled as he heard the woman above him whimper
in pleasure.

“Please, Kit…”

“Please what, princess…” Kit continued his slow thrusting in
and out of her tight passage. He wanted to replace his fingers with his cock
but the lady had to ask for it.

Stella pulled at his shoulders. She wanted him now. Couldn’t
he see that? Why was he torturing her so?

“Now…” Stella could barely get the word out, she so close to
losing control.

“What is it you want?” Kit asked, his fingers continuing
their exquisite torture. He wanted Stella to admit there was so much more to
what was going on between them than just sex. He could have taken her the
minute he got in the shower if that was the case. But he wanted more. Kit
wanted submission.

“I want you.” Stella’s eyes locked with his, begging for
release.

“How badly do you want me?” Kit was on the verge of coming
just by the look in her eyes. It was desperate and needy and he wanted to
answer the call. He wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.

“Real bad, Kit. I want you real bad.”

Kit removed his fingers and watched as Stella turned around
and pushed out her ass out in invitation toward him.

“Please fuck me, Kit…”

He rose up and stood before her. Her pink, wet backside was
all the enticement he needed.

“Is this really what you want?” Though Kit doubted he could
stop at this moment anyway but he would honor her wishes. “Are you sure?”

Stella turned her head and locked eyes with Kit.

“Lover boy, if you do not get inside me right now, I am
going to have to have to do a do- it-yourself job or explode.” She was aching
with need.

The thought of Stella’s own fingers on her on clit rubbing
herself to completion was something Kit wanted to see. However, there was no
way she was getting there without him inside her.

“I can’t have you doing that without me, princess.” Kit
grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, impaling her in one long stroke. He had
never wanted take a woman more than Stella.

“Oh yes!” Stella cried out in pleasure as she felt his cock
all the way inside her. His balls slapped against her ass as he thrust in and
out of her slowly. “Harder,” she ordered.

Kit chuckled hoarsely as his hands caressed her breasts.

“Yes ma’am.” He withdrew his cock completely then thrust
back into her, hard as requested. Kit heard Stella’s excited shriek of
approval. He moved his hips back and forth in a fast, rhythmic pace.

Stella’s whimpers got louder and louder as the pleasure
spiraled up inside her, all the way up her spine, down into her legs and
curling her toes. She screamed as she came. She could not ever remember feeling
this way with other man but Kit Kincaid. The others had just been amateurs.

Kit laughed loudly in triumph. He liked that way Stella made
her pleasure known. As he came inside her, hot semen shooting upwards, he had
one second of guilt for not wearing a condom but he could not have stopped this
moment for anything.

“My God you’re addictive.” Stella leaned into the tiled wall
as she tried to catch her breath. Any more of this man would make her a
complete, physical wreck. But what a way to go. It was worth considering
getting wrecked.

Kit pulled out of her and pulled her to him kissing her
hard.

“I love you, Stella Rowallan,” He had known it the moment
she had looked so pissed when she sat beside him at the wedding table.

“What?” Stella pushed back on his chest. You can’t love me.”
This was just too ridiculous and fast and a bunch of other things that were too
scary to name.

“I can and I do.” Kit had never been surer of anything.

“Well that’s just insane.” Stella had never had anyone tell
her they loved her. Could she even say it back? She looked up at Kit. Did she
love Kit Kincaid? No…maybe…no… Oh bloody hell. She should have stuck to the ice
cream.

“No, none of this is insane. It’s just that way it was
always meant to be. Don’t think, just enjoy it.” Kit kissed Stella hard.

Chapter Six

“What did you mean you lost Kit Kincaid?” Camille Forveaux
yelled angrily at the cringing men before her. “I told you to watch him.” She
had sent a band of her followers out to track him down. There were seven of
them and one of him. How could they have lost one man so easily?

“My lady, we lost him at Roma Street train station.”

The man blithered out an apology but Camille was not
listening. What was Kit doing at a train station? Camille laughed suddenly in
realization as it hit her. Typical Kit, hiding something in the most obvious
place. She should have known better. After all, he had been in the same “acquisition
and sales” business, as they liked to call it, as long as she had. They had
been rivals for years.

Camille had first met Kit five years ago when they had
attempted to steal the same diamond pentacle necklace. Camille liked to acquire
anything occult, supernatural or said to possess black magic. Kit acquired and
sold anything that anyone wanted and would pay him high enough to get. She had
got the necklace that time, as she had originally got the idol this time.

But she had always been a fool when it came to the sweet-talking
sexy Kincaid. He was her one weakness. She lusted after him. She chanted love
spells to bring him to her and she believed one had actually worked when he had
turned up on her doorstep a week ago. He had walked in grabbed her and kissed
her so passionately her head had spun. She had been helpless with need as he
had taken her hard and fast. Camille could still remember how he felt up inside
her. But it had all been an illusion. A deliberate seduction to get the idol.
The man was a player. She had momentarily forgotten that. Kit had the idol now,
but she would get it back and she would make him pay.

Camille had given Kit twenty-four hours to willingly give
her the idol. She had not promised she wouldn’t try and take if from him before
then. Her mind went to thoughts of the half naked woman who reportedly ran from
the wedding with Kit. Who was she? She remembered the way Kit had looked at
her. Was there something more there then just sexual need? And if there was,
could that be exploited for her own gains? She was more than aware that Kit had
no intention of meekly handing over the idol. She would need leverage.

“Find out who that woman was at the wedding and don’t come
back until you can tell me.” She watched the men run off to do her bidding. It
was nice to have such power over the nasty and biddable.

If Kit was to be found with this woman, then she was a
weakness for him. Camille knew only too well Kit owed allegiance to no woman.
They were just toys he enjoyed and gave pleasure to before leaving them wanting
more.

“Oh Kit, you’re going to pay.”

* * * * *

“It’s lust…that’s all it is. You haven’t had a man for so
long you’re getting all gooey at the first one that comes along and gives you
an orgasm.” Stella softly mumbled to herself as she logged on to her computer.
She was still achingly aware of how Kit felt inside her. It was imprinted on
her being. But was that love? She snorted at the possibility, scared that it
just might be true. She didn’t know what to do about love. She had no
experience in that. “I doubt it.”

“You doubt what?” Kit felt wonderful and refreshed, as if he
could take on the world. He had heard about the power of people being in love.
However he thought it was a load of crap to sell romance novels. But now he
knew the truth. “What’s on your mind?” As if he didn’t know. The whole
declaration of love had thrown Stella Rowallan completely. Not unusual when
they had known each other for such short a time. However, it felt right to Kit,
and he relied on his instincts. Besides, Kit believed time was irrelevant.

The man was a thief, naturally he would walk softy and turn
up when you were talking to yourself.

“Nothing. I logged on and you should be able to check your
email account.”

“You look pretty sexy with those glasses on, princess.” The
rims were silver and slightly old fashioned, but as sexy as hell on Stella. “They’re
turning me on.”

“It seems everything turns you on,” Stella scoffed at his
words. She only wore the glasses for computer-based work.

“About you, yes definitely.” The woman could wear a burlap
sack, be bald and barefooted and Kit would still want her. Just the simple
black cotton shorts and red t-shirt she wore looked sexy.

Stella pushed the glasses back onto her nose nervously. She
had sort of half made up her mind not to have sex with Kit again. It was too
overwhelming especially when he insisted he loved her. That was something the
scared the hell out of her. Love was a huge thing and she wasn’t sure she
wanted to go there.

“I need to wear them for the computer.” Stella jumped up
from the desk and moved away to allow Kit to sit down in her place.

“Are you okay?”

“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” She had just had the best sex of
her life with a hot thief who just declared he loved her. Normal everyday stuff—not.

“You seem kind of nervous.” Kit sat down at the desk and
started logging in to his email account.

“So, are you checking your email to keep tabs on friends?”
Stella felt a change of topic was most definitely needed.

Kit looked at her and grinned. Her words were refreshingly
innocent. He liked that about Stella. As hard and as tough as she tried she
always came across was soft and sweet.

“Your change of subject has been duly noted, princess. I’m
checking on my clients.”

“You said you were going to return the idol.” Surely Kit was
not going to break his promise so soon? Could a self-acknowledged thief even
keep a promise? If he broke that promise, did that mean that other things like
loving her were just words and not true?

“And I will, but I have other acquisitions to find for
people and sell for ridiculously high prices.” Supply and demand was a
wonderful thing as far as Kit was concerned.

“Shouldn’t we go to the museum and slip the idol back now?”
Stella checked herself. Had she just said “we” instead of “you”? What was she
thinking? She had no idea how to be a thief or what the person was called who
returned stuff that belonged to someone else.

“You mean under cover of darkness in the dead of night?” Kit
was pleased that she had included herself in his plans. It may have been
unconsciously but it was still an inclusion. And that meant something.

“Well, you’re the thief. I thought lurking around in the
dark would be your MO.” It was two o’clock in the morning. It seemed the
perfect time to do whatever he was going to do.

“The best time to take the idol back is early morning when
the guard has just got in.” Kit had no hesitation in explaining his business to
Stella. He trusted her. He could tell by the look in her eyes she didn’t rat on
anyone. “Then the guard will be half awake and probably be getting over a fight
he just had with his significant other, so he won’t be with it enough to know
what’s going on.”

“Right…good to know if I ever want to become a thief or what
is you call yourself.”