Eine reizende Diebin (German Edition)

it centered at the back of her calf. Inch by inch she adjusted the garment until she reached the edge of her black skirt.
    Her face was shielded by long hair the color of the ravens guarding the Tower of London.
    Marcus’s eyes burned as he watched her. He wondered what her shapely legs would feel like wrapped around his hips, and his balls tightened when he saw her continue her movement. As he witnessed her hitching up her skirt by a couple of inches to correct the seam of her pantyhose, his brain begged for a correction: she wasn’t wearing pantyhose. They were stockings!
    Silk stockings with lace tops, held up by a black garter belt.
    Bloody hell!
    His breath came out in a hitched huff at the same time as heated blood surged to his cock. Suddenly his trousers felt too snug. Not that he minded the feeling.
    “Anything wrong?” his friend asked and turned his head to follow Marcus’s gawk.
    As if the woman noticed the two of them staring at her, she pulled upright and turned her head toward them, finally revealing her face. Exquisite, just as Marcus had thought.
    If he’d imagined she would be embarrassed about being caught in her intimate action, he was proven wrong.
    Instead of looking away, her eyes held his gaze, ignoring Thomas as if he didn’t even exist, at fact that pleased him immensely.
    Her eyes were as dark as chocolate. Did her skin feel as smooth as it looked from a distance? Would her red lips taste as sweet as strawberry jam?
    Her sensual mouth opened but a sliver, enough of a temptation for any man with a pulse and even more so for one with a bulging erection. In slow motion, she smoothed her skirt over her hips then broke eye contact.
    When Marcus felt Thomas move beside him, he stopped his friend with a hand on his arm.
    “Don’t even think about introducing yourself,” Marcus murmured under his breath, before giving Thomas a scolding look.
    “Nothing wrong with a little competition,” Thomas countered and grinned unashamedly.
    Suddenly the arrival of his old friend was not quite as welcome an event as he’d thought only minutes earlier. Maybe it would be better if Thomas jumped onto the next plane to God-knows-where, coach class for all Marcus cared. He needed no interference from a womanizer like Thomas right now.
    “Don’t you have some unpacking to do?”
    His friend smirked. “That can wait.”
    “Keep your paws to yourself. She’s mine,” Marcus claimed and turned back to the mystery woman.
    But she was gone.
    Shit!
    Leaving Thomas without another word, Marcus stalked out of the hall and into the almost deserted corridors of the auction house. The sounds of his footsteps were absorbed by the luxurious rugs underneath his feet as he hurried along trying to find her.
    It had been a considerable while since he’d met a woman who truly excited him. And this woman excited him. Whether it was her soulful eyes, her graceful figure, or her seductive movements, he didn’t know. Most certainly it was many things. But what had definitely set him off to go after her was the lure of her lips, the way they had parted when she’d looked at him, directly, without embarrassment, provoking him.
    He felt his cock twitch at the thought of what those lips could do to him. Quickening his steps, he reached the door to the exit seconds later. As he peered outside into the night, there was nothing. Light traffic, several waiting limousines, a few pedestrians, but no sight of her.
    A limo driver was leaning against the hood of his car and straightened up when he saw him approach.
    “Have you seen a woman exit from here in the last couple of minutes? Dark hair, petite, black skirt.”
    The man shook his head. “Auction isn’t over yet. Nobody’s come out in a while.”
    Marcus turned and went back inside, muttering a curse under his breath as he reached the lobby.
    “Looking for somebody?” a female voice addressed him softly.
    He jerked to his left and discovered her standing in an alcove near the main foyer. Her face was in the shadows, but he recognized her legs and her skirt.
    Had she been waiting for him?
    Only one way to find out.
    He took the few steps to bridge the distance between them, stopping only inches from her. Too close for a stranger, but she didn’t back away. She couldn’t; the wall was at her back.
    He bent his head toward her. “I’ve just found what I was looking for,” he breathed into her ear.
    “What now?” she asked and sought his eyes, leaning her head