right.” Stella had to admit
there was something about this man. He had no conscience whatsoever. Stella
knew in theory people weren’t supposed to steal and they were supposed to be
accountable for what they did yet what Kit was saying didn’t bother her as much
as it should. What did that say about her? That sex with him had scrambled some
brain cells? That her moral code was shot to hell after one fantastic orgasm?
That seemed to be the most likely explanation. Sex screwed with your mind.
“Come on princess, you like me.” Kit kept one hand on the
steering wheel and ran his other up along her bare leg. He smiled as he felt
Stella jump in response.
Stella swatted his hand from her leg. It felt good and that
was a bad thing. How could she even contemplate having sex again with a self-confessed
thief who had put her in danger? The answer may have had something to do with the
fact that Stella had never felt more alive in her life.
“Great sex does not make a relationship.”
“Yes, it was damn good wasn’t it?” Kit was looking forward
to getting all hot and naked with Stella again soon.
“Where are we?” Stella snapped in irritation at herself. She
had to get a grip or she would be gripping something hard and long of his very
soon and begging him to slide that cock back inside her.
“We are at Roma Street train station,” Kit reported as he
drove the car into the covered car park.
Stella looked at him incredulously.
“You put the idols in a railway locker? How obvious is that?”
It was done in all the movies. She expected the master thief to have some
devious hiding place.
Kit parked the car in the closest parking bay to the door.
He wanted a quit exit.
“Sometimes the most obvious places are the best.”
Stella looked at him cynically.
“What is that, Thieving 101?” Stella watched as Kit got out
of the car and moved around to open her door. She arched her eyebrows at him
questioningly. “Why do I have go with you?” It made so much more sense to sit
in the car or maybe get out and hail and taxi and go home. Besides she didn’t
want to be walking around Roma Street station at night bare assed and dressed
only in a man’s jacket. She would be mistaken for either a drunken party girl
or a working girl.
Kit pulled Stella out of the car. Her feet were bare and she
was doing her best to pull down the jacket to cover her bare ass.
“Camille’s people have seen us together. I can’t leave you
alone. It’s natural they assume that we are a couple.”
“But we are not a couple.” Maybe they were a couple of
nitwits running helter-skelter through the night but not an actual relationship
type couple. How weird would it be to be coupled with Kit Kincaid, thief? How
would you even explain his occupation to people at parties? And why was she
even contemplating that anyway? “And who are ‘they’ again?”
“‘They’ are Camille’s coven.” Kit grabbed Stella’s hand and
pulled her along with him. He had got her into this mess and he had every
intention of protecting her.
“I see. They’re a coven of witches?” Stella didn’t really
see but sometimes it was easier to go with something than against.
“Yes, and as for you and I being a couple, I think we’d make
a great couple.” It was not beyond Kit’s imagining. Stella Rowallan was exactly
the type of woman he wanted for life.
Stella scoffed out loud at his words.
“You steal things for a living. Your judgment is screwed.”
They were entering the main foyer of the train station that led to the subway
and the train platforms. Stella would have been blind not to notice the people
who stared at her bare feet and barely covered backside. “What are you looking
at?” she snapped at one obvious tourist, who in turn dropped his eyes. “And
keep ‘em there,” Stella hissed in satisfaction. She heard Kit’s laughter. Yeah,
it was real funny for the thief. “You try walking around bare assed and keep a
sense of humor, lover