Eine reizende Diebin (German Edition)

he felt the mattress move under her weight, he instantly realized what she was really up to. Instead of getting back to the task at hand, she jumped off the bed, snatched her sweater and trousers off the floor and headed for the door.
    Marcus lazily turned his body toward the door and watched her try to rip the door open. Olivia jerked when the door didn’t move.
    He’d locked the bedroom door when he’d carried her in, and he doubted that she’d noticed it since she’d been too busy kissing him. The key lay safely in the laundry basket next to it.
    “Just a little precaution,” he told her.
    The look on her face when she turned back to him was priceless. She’d been outsmarted. He figured it didn’t happen to her too often.
    He got up from the bed and strolled to where she stood. There was no rush. He’d already established that she wouldn’t go anywhere unless he allowed it. It was time for her to accept it.
    Deliberately slowly, he snatched a condom off the nightstand. She watched his every move as he opened the package, pulled out the condom and sheathed himself.
    “If you’d rather do it standing up, I don’t mind.”
    Marcus stopped only inches from her and touched her face.
    “I was going to taste you first, but it’ll have to wait. First you’ll have to learn who’s in charge tonight.”
    Marcus wasn’t going to force himself on her. By God, he wasn’t a brute. But he sure would do whatever it took to melt her resistance. He’d make her beg for it too.
    Olivia’s lips were moist and warm when he tasted them again. He didn’t push his tongue in, but rather licked her lips. First, he nibbled on her lower lip, then on the upper one.
    A shiver went through her body, and she moved toward him. A second later, her puckered nipples rubbed against his chest. Her clothes fell to the floor, released by her trembling hands.
    Still, he didn’t deepen his kiss but continued to caress only her lips. He pressed his hands behind her onto the door. Her desperate moan made him smile. She wanted to be touched, but he wouldn’t comply, not yet.
    “Say my name,” he ordered.
    Olivia pulled him closer, but Marcus held her back, denying her his body. She had to learn first.
    “Say my name,” he repeated.
    Again she tried to pull him into her body, but he shook his head.
    A barely audible sigh escaped her before she whispered, “Marcus.”
    “Good,” he praised and slid his tongue between her parted lips. Her taste was intoxicating, but he didn’t want to lose control. No, she would be the one to lose control. That was the plan.
    He pulled back, and she instantly came after him, sweeping her tongue into his mouth, tangling with him, exploring him. Her hands went to his neck, pulling him closer, demanding he deepen his kiss. Damn it, he couldn’t resist, so he took over.
    Pressing her into the door, his body flush against hers, his erection pressed into her stomach, he plundered her mouth as if he were the burglar, not she. He was losing himself in her when he felt that all her resistance had melted away.
    Her soft breasts molded into his chest. He needed to touch her. Using all his strength, he had to pry himself away from her; she was holding him that tightly. She pouted when he released her from the kiss.
    “Please, don’t stop.”
    He wouldn’t. He took her breasts into his hands and kneaded them gently. “Beautiful.”
    His mouth descended onto her nipple. Olivia moaned when his tongue swept over the hardened little bud before he sucked it into his mouth. Moments later he inflicted the same torture onto her other breast. The familiar scent of vanilla and citrus wafted into his nose.
    She’d messed with his dinner plans, so now he’d be feasting on her instead.
    The scent of her arousal beckoned, and he moved lower. His lips blazed a trail to her navel, then farther south through the jungle of her curly mound of hair, then lower yet. Kneeling on one knee, he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder.
    “I thought you wanted to show me first who’s in charge.”
    Marcus looked up at her hooded eyes. “That’s what I’m doing right now, baby.”
     

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    Olivia shuddered at the first onslaught of his tongue on her sex. The man knew how to punish a woman. She was a naughty girl, all right. If that’s what she’d get every time she was a little bad, she was planning to be really, really bad.
    She had wanted to escape, not because she didn’t want to