The Cocky Thief (Stolen Hearts #1)(39)



So when she kissed him, it wasn’t a casual exploration of lips meeting. This was her outlet for everything she wanted to do and couldn’t. It was an outlet for all her frustration and rage. It was an outlet for all the desire for Austin that she’d been suppressing because it wasn’t the right time or place.

For a second, he seemed too surprised to do anything. He stood there, not moving away or closer, as her lips moved against his. She was half convinced he was about to pull away and give her some bullshit about her being too vulnerable to be thinking straight, but then he did exactly what Austin Miles should do. He kissed her back.

His body crushed into hers, pressing her between the hard wall and the hardness of his body. She ran her hands through his soft hair, over his shoulders and down the hard planes of his biceps. She wanted his shirt off so she could feel all of him. She wanted her clothes off so she could feel his skin against hers. Damn it, she just wanted him.

She tilted her head for better access and Austin groaned as his hands went to her thighs. At first, she thought he was just pulling her tighter against him, but then he lifted her up and spun around until he fell onto the bed and she was straddling his hips. Okay... She could work with this.

He never broke the kiss as he pushed the flannel shirt over her shoulders until it fell on the floor. She repaid the favor by tugging at the soft cotton of his shirt until he broke away from her for the smallest second so she could pull it up and off.

She pulled away and let her hands run over his chest and lower to feel the ripple of abs. He was all lean strength, as though every muscle on his body was ready for its exact purpose. God, it was mouthwatering.

“I’m starting to feel objectified.” Austin set a hand at the nape of her neck and pulled her close until he could set a kiss at the crook of her shoulder.

And as his mouth sent tingles right down her spine, his hands crept beneath her tank top to press against the small of her back. She couldn’t help herself as her hips came forward, pressing against his. Even through the layers of denim, she could feel his erection. For a split second, she realized how wrong this was. Her sister was out there somewhere and she was getting busy with some guy in some skeevey hotel room.

Then Austin tugged off the tank and all logical thought fled, just the way she wanted it to. Once her shirt was off, she bent down and kissed him again. There was something strangely erotic about this position. She was on top of him, her breasts level with his face, but from the commanding way his hands were on her waist, Austin was more than making his influence known.

But she could give him a run for his money. She reached behind herself to unclip the bra and he smiled as she dropped it on the floor. Instead of going right to her breasts, he ran a hand up her back. His hand was so big that with his fingers spread, it stretched from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. When was the last time a man had touched her like this? Too long and they’d never had Austin’s touch.

“I’ve wanted you from the second I saw those legs on the plane,” he breathed against her neck.

She smiled as she held him closer, her fingers pressing into his muscular shoulders. “You knew nothing about me.”

“I knew I liked your legs.” He kissed past her collarbone and gave a playful nip right at the top of her breasts. She started to laugh but then he closed his mouth over a nipple and she lost all her humor.

But instead of spending his time there, he tightened his grip on her waist and flipped her over in one quick motion, until her back was pressed into the mattress and their legs were tangled together.

As the spinning stopped, she smiled. When she opened her eyes, Austin smiled down at her. She reached up and ran her fingers down his jaw, trying to memorize this moment. One perfect moment before the storm.

He turned his head to press a soft kiss to the delicate skin at the inside of her wrist and she let her eyes drift shut. And when she felt his fingers at the top of her jeans, she reached down and tugged at his. But even the frustrating wiggling to get the jeans off didn’t cool her down as her body pressed against his.

But then she had kicked her jeans off and Austin was ripping open the small foil packet. Had he grabbed the condom from his jeans? She couldn’t think straight. All she could focus on was getting him inside her.

Austin came down on one hand as he settled between her legs. He met her gaze once more, but this time he wasn’t smiling. His green eyes were intense. Hard. A muscle ticked in his jaw as he positioned himself at her entrance. For a brief moment, their breaths synced up and then he was pushing inside.

It had been awhile, and the sudden fullness had Jennifer gasping for breath, but she didn’t want him to stop. “More,” she breathed.

He pulled out just about completely before he thrust in once more. Her fingers and toes curled and Austin intertwined his free hand with hers as he pinned it above her head.

She held on tight as the thrust quickened, her hips meeting his as she bit her lip to keep herself from screaming.

With every stroke, her body warmed up. The heat spread through her, reaching every part of her. When he bent down and the ever so slight stubble on his jaw brushed against her neck, that was the shock she needed to send her over the edge.

Before the aftershocks had finished, Austin had tensed over her as his own climax hit. Jennifer held him tight, her hands gripping the muscles of his back as all the tension left him.

For a few long moments, the only sound in the room was the sound of their breaths. Damn it, Jennifer didn’t want this to be over. Not that he’d gone too fast because, hell, she wouldn’t have let him go slower even if he tried.

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