Billionaire on the Loose (Billionaires and Bridesmaids #5)(16)

by Jessica Clare

“Careful,” he murmured.

“Sorry,” she breathed. “Just get carried away, like I said. I’ll be careful next time.”

She started to sit up, but he put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. “Why don’t I help you with this one?”

Oh. “Okay, but don’t take too long. I’m not done licking you.”

“Wouldn’t dream of depriving you,” he murmured, and then sat up in the bed. As he did, it made the bulge tenting his slacks rather evident. Oh, oh, she was going to be absolutely the luckiest girl tonight, wasn’t she? Because that looked to be some stellar equipment.

Then she forgot all about his equipment for the moment, because his hands were on her thighs, easing her tight jeans down her legs. His fingers skimmed over her skin, his caress featherlight. “I think you’re hiding some rather nice legs under all these layers, aren’t you?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m hiding them as much as I’m clothing them.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “You are a constant surprise, Taylor.”

“Hope you like surprises.”

The laughter faded into a sultry smile. “Love them, actually.”

Butterflies danced in her stomach at the promise of that smile, and she forced herself to stay quiet while he eased her pants down her legs. Oh, thank god she’d shaved that morning! She made a small noise of pleasure when he brushed his fingers down her calf before setting her jeans down on the floor.

Good. Tackle time now. She started to jump up, but Loch’s hands went to the waist of her panties and he dipped a fingertip under the elastic. She froze. If he wanted to take her panties off, well, who was she to stop him? She bit her lip as he gave her another shiver-inducing caress and then began to slowly tug her panties down her legs.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “I could look at you for hours.”

“God, I hope not,” she blurted out.

Loch looked over at her in surprise. “What?”

Whoops, was that out loud? She sat up and kicked her panties the rest of the way off, impatience getting the better of her. “Looking’s fun and all, but I’m more of a tactile girl.” And she put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a not-so-gentle push, indicating he should lie back. “Now to take your pants off.”

He laughed again. “You’re a pushy little thing in bed, aren’t you?”

“Talk later, pants now.” She put her hands on his belt, and then because she couldn’t resist checking to see if he really was as well-equipped as she imagined, she stroked a hand down the front of his crotch. Oh, yeah. That was all the real deal. Taylor gave a long, pleased sigh. “Man, am I glad I brought you home.”

“That makes two of us,” he told her in a low, husky voice. “Shall I lie back and let you have your way with me? Or shall I help?”

“You just lie back and let me take care of things,” she said confidently. She undid his belt and gave it a tug. He lifted his hips and she jerked on the leather again, pulling it free—but not before the end snapped her on the cheek. “Ow.”

He chuckled. “Let me guess—too carried away?”

“Bingo.” She rubbed her cheek and then tossed the belt aside. Time to get to the good stuff. She undid his zipper and peeled trouser away to reveal black boxer briefs. Oooh. She loved those because they outlined everything so magnificently, and Loch was no exception. She tugged his pants down his thighs and then had to pause to fan herself. “Dear god, your thighs are magnificent.”

She never thought she’d given much of a crap about a guy’s thighs, but his were as golden as the rest of him, thick with muscle, and dusted with more of the light brown hair. He was like one of her wet dreams come to life. Lord have mercy on her, because this just got better and better.

“Lots of riding,” he said, putting his hands behind his head and giving her an amused look. “I’m a big sportsman.”

“I’ll say you are.” She dragged her nails down one thigh and then gave a little sigh of happiness. She finished pulling his pants off his legs and then removed his socks—at some point he must have lost his shoes—and then contemplated all the masculine beauty in her narrow bed. Her hands skimmed up and down his thighs, and she couldn’t resist giving them a little squeeze. Because lordy, the man was just squeezable in his rock-hard sexiness, wasn’t he? Her girl parts were clenching in sheer happiness.

But when she tugged his underwear down, she experienced another surprise. “You’re not circumcised?” The head of his cock was deep purple and exposed, but there was an additional bit of ribbed, thick skin below the head that had to be his foreskin.

“No. Is that a problem?”

She considered for a moment, then shrugged. “Does it feel different?”

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had sex with any circumcised men.” His lips twitched with amusement.

A giggle-snort escaped her, and she clapped a hand over her mouth. “You’re awful.”

“I’m not.” He tugged her back down onto his chest, grinning. “And I’ve never had any complaints, so I can only assume that I’m using the equipment properly.”

“Well thank goodness for that.” She wiggled against him and then pressed her mouth to his for another kiss.

To her surprise, he hefted their twined bodies and rolled until she was under him and he was on top of her. She parted her legs and he settled in against the cradle of her thighs, and she wanted to moan with sheer pleasure at how good his weight felt over her. There was nothing quite like a big sexy Norse god pushing you down into the mattress.

His mouth lightly nipped hers, and then his hand went to her breast. Oh, hell yes. Time for nipple-play. She squirmed when he caressed one breast, teasing and dragging his fingers over the sensitive skin. He went for the underside of her nipple, running his thumb over the one spot over and over again until she was practically coming off the mattress. Her hands went to his shoulders, and oh, god, that just made things even sexier because touching him was such sheer pleasure. She might have dug her nails into his skin and made a very unladylike groan of pleasure.

. . . Which was nothing compared to the groan she made when his mouth descended and he began to lick her nipple. She might have lost a little control at that point, writhing under him and clawing at his skin. It just felt so incredible. Her breasts were sensitive enough that she couldn’t take much, and when he nipped at one breast, she snapped. Her breath rushed out from between gritted teeth and she grabbed him and pulled him down against her, burying her face against his neck and licking hard.