Eine reizende Diebin (German Edition)

His lips touched hers, very gently at first as if he was testing if she’d push him away. She had no intention of doing so. She had wanted to feel his lips on hers the moment she’d seen him in the auction hall. Had craved it in fact.
    His hand rested on her breast while the other one snaked around her shoulder and moved to the back of her neck, caressing her and sending goose bumps down her spine. Instinctively she parted her lips and felt his tongue dart into her mouth.
    Her resistance, if she ever had any, vanished instantly. Unable to resist his tender kiss, she sought out his tongue and twined with him, allowing him deeper access to her mouth while she put her arms around his neck.
    Olivia felt her body in tumult as the heat in it rose. Her insides seemed to melt into liquid and trickled to her core, pooling between her legs. Unbearable need flared up in her. The need to feel this man, have him inside of her. As she kissed him back more fiercely and ran her hand through his thick hair, a guttural moan came from his mouth.
    He pulled himself away from her. His eyes were dark and filled with desire. Out of control desire. Perfect. She could work with that.
    “Prison or my bed? I need an answer now,” Marcus insisted.
    “Your bed,” she answered huskily and pulled him back to her, sinking her lips onto his.
    Good. Now if her traitorous body would only listen to her brain to work out a scheme of how to get her out of this mess, she’d feel even better. Or not.
    Damn, the man was a fabulous kisser. And here she thought she was taking charge, considering that this man was guided by his desire. No. He immediately hijacked her kiss and took over. So much for the control she thought she’d have over the situation.
    As he pressed her against him, all her soft places molded into his hard ones. It was impossible not to notice his erection rubbing against her stomach. His hand went down her back, and his fingers splayed over her ass, pulling her closer into him.
    Marcus released her lips for a moment. “I would have bought you dinner before taking you to bed, but I’m afraid we’ve lost our reservation by now.”
    Arrogant tosser!
    Had he really thought just buying her dinner would get him laid? She was about to tell him what she thought of his comment when he smothered her mouth with another passionate kiss. Damn him! Unfortunately, it felt way too good to stop.
    His tongue entered her mouth as if he was planning to move in. Okay, so maybe she’d invited him. But, hell, he sure wasn’t shy about making himself at home, while at the same time he ground his hips against her, making her all too aware of what he needed.
    “Oh, yes!” she heard a female voice gasp and realized it was her own.
    Olivia felt his hand tunneling under her sweater, running his fingers over her heated flesh until he found her breast and cupped it.
    “You feel so good,” Marcus murmured against her lips.
    He pushed her sweater up, uncovering her breasts, and she could feel the suddenly-cooler air against her skin, saving her from burning up, but not for long. Seconds later, he sank his lips onto her skin. His tongue laved the already-erect nipple before his lips circled it and sucked it into his mouth.
    Olivia threw her head back and let him touch her. Let him? Hell, she urged him on to give her more. His tongue, his lips, his mouth, they worked in beautiful concert on her breasts, alternating between licking, biting, and sucking until she could barely breathe.
    Her hands played with his hair, holding him closer to her so he wouldn’t stop. When she felt his hands on the button of her trousers, easing it open, she didn’t stop him. Even when he pulled down the zipper and started moving her trousers over her hips, she found no words or actions to stop him.
    Olivia opened her eyes and looked down to him as he knelt before her, shimmying down her trousers over her thighs, his head at her core. Her gaze drifted to the desk where he’d left the gun. It wasn’t far. Maybe she could make it. Just one leap toward it, grab the gun and point it at him. She had to try.
    Or was it a trick? Why had he dropped the gun so carelessly onto his desk?
    But then she felt the cool air at her sex and realized he’d pushed aside the fabric of her panties. The cool air didn’t last long and was instantly replaced by his face pressing into her. His tongue dipped between the apex of her thighs, but the tight trousers, stuck around her knees, prevented her