Stealing the Billionaire's Heart (4 page)

Overcome with a fit of
inappropriate giggles, she said, “This is so wrong.”

Nick tossed his pants to the
corner, standing naked in front of her. “You have no idea.” He eyed her body,
his gaze lingering as he roamed over certain areas of interest. “I should be
calling the police, but…” He shrugged and crawled onto the bed, seemingly
feeling no need to finish that statement.

Nixie went to defend her innocence,
but his mouth was on hers before she could say anything. Before she could try
to break away and speak, he was lowering her down to the pillows. She instinctively
spread her legs and he shimmied in between them, settling in against her. She
liked the fact that he didn’t rush.

He was confident in the fact that
he was going to get laid, so he wasn’t in a hurry to start before she changed
her mind. Instead, he was giving her leisurely kisses, his fingertips caressing
her breasts, trailing along her nipples. He rolled one between his thumb and
middle finger.

Nixie moaned, throwing her head
back and squeezing her eyes shut.

He lowered his mouth to her neck,
kissing and nipping gently at the skin. While his mouth concentrated on her
throat, he slid a hand between them and helped guide himself to her opening. He
ran the head of his erection along the tender nerves of her clit.

She arched up against him, trying
to slide him inside her, to stop the desperate longing that practically had her
weeping.

Still, Nick held back, leaving
himself just shy of entry. “You want me,” he whispered knowingly in her ear. He
slid the head of himself inside her, but nothing more, teasing her with his
self-control.

Nixie nodded frantically, squirming
to try to get more of him inside her. “God, yes,” she whimpered, feeling the
numb comprehension that he was in total control. She was like putty in his
hands, unable to do anything but obey him.

He lowered his head to watch as he
let the tip of his erection glide in and out of her. He glanced up to make sure
she was watching as well.

Nixie couldn’t drag her eyes away
from the sight. She watched him disappear inside of her over and over again
only to be pulled out before she could get enough.

“Beg me to do it,” he encouraged.
“I want to hear you beg.”

Nixie would have done nearly
anything to have him fully inside of her. Begging, at this point, was not above
her. “Please, Nick,” she whimpered. “Please. Please. Just fuck me.”

Nick chuckled in delight. “Your
wish is my command.”

Nixie held her breath as he
unhurriedly slid inside of her, inch after inch slowly forced deeper.
 
She practically saw stars when he slid fully
inside of her. He filled her to the brim…firmly, snugly. His size was
absolutely perfect. She’d never felt anything like this.

Before, her lovers had been
dramatically over each end of the scale. Some so big and rough that it had been
painful, like sleeping with a jackhammer. Others had been so small it was
almost not worth the effort put in.

But Nick? Nick slid along her,
making her body tingle and clench around him. The second he entered her, she
never wanted to have sex with anyone else ever again. It was that good.

She easily began raising her hips
to meet his thrusts, each one bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm.

* * *

Nick felt her getting close, could
tell by her adorable little gasps. He picked up his pace, eager to drive her
over the edge again. He let out a low groan as her hands gripped his backside,
forcing him deeper inside of her. Perhaps she was the one about to bring him to
climax. His face took on a look of determination as he picked up speed. He
couldn’t finish yet, not until he left her pleasantly numb.

Nixie’s rhythm quickened once more
and he had a moment of concern that he was being too rough, but then she began
giving soft, desperate whimpers. They were definitely good sounds.

With renewed vigor, Nick moved
inside of her and a moment later felt her clamp down on him, her muscles giving
a spasm. It took ever ounce of self-control he had not to orgasm himself. He
gritted his teeth and clenched a fistful of sheets in his hand. Once she was
finished, he gave her a second to recoup before leaning down and whispering in
her ear, “One more time.”

Nixie’s eyes widened, in startled
surprise. “What?”

He nuzzled along her neck, leaving
a trail of small kisses. “One more time and then I’ll finish.”

“Impossible!” Nixie cried.

“Not impossible,” he
corrected.
 
Before she could respond,
Nick flipped her over, forced her to her knees, and thrust into her from
behind.

Nixie gave a yelp of surprise at
the suddenness, but arched her back in reply to his movements.

He began gliding in and out of her,
stroking her hips and butt. “One more time, baby.” She didn’t respond, but the
way she moved her hips in sync with his gave him reason to believe that three
was a very good possibility. He slid his hand down between her legs, found her
clit, and began stroking it.

She gave a sharp intake of breath
and pushed her body back onto him, taking him as deep as possible.

Nick thrust forcefully, quickly,
the whole time his fingers coaxing her body to another wave of pleasure. It
didn’t take long until he had her close again. The only problem was he didn’t
know how much longer he could last. “You’d better finish soon,” he growled as
he rammed in and out of her, “because I’m about to come.”

That statement seemed to be enough
to push her over the edge. As their bodies slammed together, Nixie gave a
hoarse cry as another orgasm raced through her body.

Her holler and the feel of her body
clenching around him was enough to do him in. With one last, hard thrust, he
emptied himself inside of her.

* * *

Nixie felt Nick stiffen behind her
and a moment later, he was finished. She reveled in the sensation, taking deep,
ragged breaths.

He stayed there, holding her
tightly against him for a minute before collapsing to the bed and pulling her
down with him, where they both lay gasping and exhausted.

Nixie was unbelievably sleepy after
the energy used to reach her third orgasm. Her mind boggled at that thought. A
third orgasm. Wow.
 
A second orgasm was a
rare and treasured thing. Three was unheard of.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever
had,” Nick said softly in her ear.

“Nothing else even compared,” she
agreed. “That was in a different league of sex. That was…”

“Perfect.” He finished her sentence
for her.

Nixie nodded. As she nodded, she
ran her cheek along his chest. “Uh-huh,” she mumbled contently.

Nick stroked a hand up and down her
arm, tickling her skin.

She couldn’t believe she was
here…in Nicholas Morgan’s bed…tingling from multiple orgasms. It was all so
unreal. And being with him just felt so right. A girl could get used to this
kind of treatment.

His fingertips trailed along her
throat in a gentle pattern, brushing against the gold locket. “Nix,” he asked
in concern. “Are you in some kind of trouble?”

Nixie was so distracted by the cute
nickname it took her a moment to hear his question. “What?” she asked in
confusion.

“Do you need money?” he asked,
fingering the locket.

Nixie felt her heart sink to her
toes. Surely, he couldn’t think... She felt tears spring to her eyes. He’d
slept with her. He’d had his orgasm and now he was asking about money like she
was some desperate thief who just happened to get her jollies on the side. She
bolted upright, staring angrily down at him though her vision was blurry with
tears. “Nick, I didn’t steal from you.”

His expression turned to one of
horror at seeing her tears. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you.” He
fumbled over his words after this statement. That meant he didn’t believe her,
but he felt bad about hurting her feelings. He still believed she’d come here
to rob him. Plain and simple.

She thought about bolting, but Nick
grabbed ahold of her arm as if he could sense it. “Please don’t go.” His voice
was pleading. “I’m begging you,” he said, sounding desperate. “Don’t leave.”

Nixie hesitated, unsure of what to
do. Sure, he’d hurt her feelings, but she really, really wanted to stay. She
wanted to curl up next to him and forget all about anything else. But…

Nick leaned forward and kissed her
tenderly, making her forget all about any objections. “Say you’ll stay.”

“All right.” She grumbled even
though she was silently thrilled. “I’ll stay.”

“Good.” He kissed her again then
pulled her down to lie next to him.

Nixie lay against him, listening to
the beat of his heart. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. She liked
Nick. She liked him a lot. Her brain kept telling her this had zero chance of
going anywhere, but her heart was going crazy at the way his hand was stroking
her back. Internally, she groaned. Shit. Shit. Shit. She could not be having
feelings for him just because he was being gentle with her and begging her to
stay. Her reaction to his smiles was evidence enough. Shit. She was so about to
get her heart trampled on.

* * *

Nick was silently cursing his
stupidity. What was wrong with him? He was having seriously strong feelings for
the girl who just tried to rob him. How demented was that? He couldn’t help it,
though. She was adorable. And her scent… His thoughts trailed off as he leaned
closer. Sliding his arm around her waist, he buried his face into her hair and
inhaled. Damn. He was hooked.

He lay holding her tightly until he
heard her breathing start to slow. “Nix?” he finally asked quietly. “There
isn’t some getaway car waiting for you outside, is there?” He made it sound
like a joke, but he was curious.

“No,” she responded with a tired
mumble.

He smiled. He couldn’t help it.
“Good,” he whispered, feeling relief flood through him. This felt so perfect,
so right. Nick only prayed that she wasn’t playing him.

Chapter Three

Nixie woke up alone and naked in a
strange bed…in a strange room…in a strange house. It took her half a minute to
remember where she was. “Oh, shit,” she breathed in apprehension. Looking
around, she panicked when she discovered her clothes were missing. Great. No
graceful exit here.

Sitting up, she followed her ears
to the bathroom connected to the bedroom. The door was wide open and she could
hear the shower running. If she was going to get her clothing back, Nixie
needed to talk to the man of the house. The scrumptious, sex fiendish man of
the house. She shook her head to clear it of such thoughts. That wasn’t going
to help her.

She briefly thought about snatching
a t-shirt and a pair of sweats from his dresser. She could be gone before he
even got out of the shower, but she also scrapped that idea. Stealing the man’s
clothes was not a good way to prove she had no intentions of robbing him. Like
it or not, she was going to have to face him.

With a determined look on her face,
she climbed out of bed and marched to the bathroom. She rapped on the open
door. “Nick?” Her eyes scanned the room and she had to fight to keep her jaw
from dropping. It looked like he’d spent more money decorating his bathroom
than she had on her entire apartment.

While she was still gawking at what
class he possessed, Nick leaned his head out of the shower. “Oh, good. You’re
up.” And with that, he disappeared again.

When he leaned out, Nixie yelped
and jumped to the side. Her hip banged against his dresser and tipped over a
photo. She quickly fumbled to straighten it, giving the shower door a dirty
look. Cripes. She was naked. What was he thinking, leaning out and looking at
her?
 

With a groan, she rolled her eyes.
Last night, he’d explored every inch of her anatomy. Hiding at this point was
just childish. Setting her shoulders, she marched to the shower and knocked on
the glass door. “Where are my clothes?” she demanded.

The shower door opened again and
Nick peered out at her. “Get in,” he finally said after silently eyeing her.

Nixie stared at him as if he’d
grown a second head. “What?”

“I’m having trouble hearing you
over the water. If you want to talk, get in instead of freezing that cute
little ass off.”

She narrowed her eyes. “How do you
know if I’m freezing?”

Nick reached out and gently pinched
one of her nipples. “Your nipples are hard,” he said with a laugh.

Nixie slapped his hand away but
felt an undeniable tug of excitement in her belly. She stared at him
thoughtfully for a moment before asking, “Are you serious?”

Nick gave a casual shrug. “Why not?
You can say what you need to say and we can both get clean in the process.”

Nixie hesitated for a moment. He
made so much sense. Damn it. Finally, she grumbled. “Fuck it. Why not?” With
that, she unclipped the necklace, put it on the counter, and climbed into the
shower, nudging him out of the spray of the water.