Billionaire on the Loose (5 page)

She sat up and immediately dragged him down into the bed. “On your back,” she demanded. “I have to mouth-explore all of this.”

He laughed but obediently went onto his back, his hand playing against her spine in a light caress as she got on all fours and started to kiss down his chest. Because, really, a body this gorgeous deserved to be mouth-worshipped, and she planned on doing so. She kissed one dazzling pectoral and nearly swooned when she ran her tongue over it. Heavens, but it was square and hard. He had square pectorals. Who had that outside of a comic book?

God, she was lucky.

Taylor nipped at his chest and then she couldn't resist scoring her teeth over his nipple. He hissed but didn't pull away, and she continued her lip-assault, moving over to the other side of his chest and tonguing everything in sight. His breathing was rapid, punctuated by the occasional little groan, which told her he wasn't hating her caresses. Which, okay, she didn't care much if he did as long as he stayed still and let her explore. Because . . . damn. Her tongue licked the line between his pectorals—mercy, the man had a line between his pectorals—and then she started to work her way south. Because south had a lot of fun, happy places and she wanted to tongue them all. “I'm totally going to go all Frodo and seek out your Mount Doom,” she breathed.

“You what?”

“Nothing. Nerd talk.” She dipped her tongue into his belly button. “My precioussss.”

He chuckled and his hand stroked her cheek as she kissed farther down. “Why don't you take your top off? Turnabout and all that.”

“Oh. Right. I was distracted by your Adonis-like form.” She sat up oh so reluctantly, then bent down to press another quick kiss to his six-pack. Because six-packs deserved kisses, damn it. Then she gave a small sigh and sat up again. “I should warn you that I'm not wearing very sexy underwear.”

He shrugged.

“And by not sexy, I mean that my panties might possibly have Batman on them.”

His smile lit up. “You like Batman?”

“Uh, yeah? Batman is the shit.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “I like Batman, too. Let's see these panties.”

“I will be happy to give you a tour,” Taylor said solemnly, and then ruined it by giggling. She tugged her shirt off of her body and tossed it onto the floor. Her bra wasn't too bad—just plain white. Nothing weird, nothing unsexy, just bland. And since he wasn't running away and screaming at the sight of her bra, she reached behind her and unsnapped it, freeing the girls.

His brows went up as she shrugged off the bra.

“What?”

“You're hiding a lot under those clothes aren't you?”

She looked down at her boobs. Then she shrugged. “Surprise! They're tits.”

He laughed. “I thought it earlier, but I must admit again, those are fucking amazing tits.” He reached out and brushed his knuckles over the tip of one breast and she nearly came off the bed, it felt so good. “Just didn't imagine in my head that they'd be quite so bloody terrific.”

Oooh, he was thinking about her breasts earlier? Score! “Unless you want to forego panties, do that again.”

He pulled his hand back. “I admit, I'm very curious to see these Batman panties.”

Well, darn. Her breasts were aching for his touch and she was a little disappointed that she wasn't going to get more boob-play right this second. She was greedy like that. She'd just have to tackle him once she'd shown him the goods. Taylor slid off of his hips and got to her feet, standing up on the bed. She undid the zipper on her jeans and shrugged them down to her thighs, showing off her Batman underoos, adult-sized, because the Internet was magical.

His grin of pleasure was so gorgeous that she lifted one leg to try and tug her skinny jeans off only to forget that they were still around her thighs, and nearly careened off the side. Luckily, Loch had better reflexes than she did and managed to grab her before she rolled off the narrow bed entirely.

“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.

“Fuck yeah,” she heard him say.

And because she was still feeling frantic and wanted to make him as frantic as her, she nipped at his neck and started to lick and suck at his skin. He rolled their bodies again until she was straddling on top of him, and that gave her free access to his neck. And oh, it was a damn glorious neck, and she couldn't seem to stop licking and biting at his skin. He just tasted so damn good.

Even as she made love to his throat, his hands moved to her breasts and he began to tease her nipples again. She moaned into his collarbones and began to feverishly lick and bite at his skin. Her hips rocked against him and he murmured soft, sweet things to her that she paid not the slightest bit of attention to, because she was obsessed with tasting him.

She felt his hand slide down to her pussy and she spread her legs eagerly for his touch. The breath went out of her lungs the moment his big hand cupped her, because it was tease and ownership all at once, and she loved it. Taylor squirmed against him, hoping for fingers. A moment later, she was not disappointed. He slid one finger down her sex, gliding over her labia and then brushing over her clit.

Her entire body jumped in response, and everything in Taylor ratcheted up to an eleven.

“Dick now, please,” she panted, because she was pretty sure if she didn't get more of him right this instant, she was going to wither away and die.

He chuckled, the sound husky. “You're the most impatient woman I've ever met, you know that?”

Why was he talking when there was fucking to do? She pressed her mouth to his, kissing, and her hand went to his dick to try and encourage him. At his groan of response, she suspected she was about to get her wish. She stroked him and was surprised—and pleased—to find that everything moved with just a little bit more glide thanks to his foreskin. Now . . . that was interesting.

His body stiffened. “Okay, okay. Condom coming right up, impatient little thing.”

“Make it so, Number One,” she said, quoting Star Trek.

He didn't seem to catch that. He just rolled out of bed and dug through the strewn clothing. She watched his ass, because truly, it was a fine, fine ass. All tight and muscly and just a bit of a bubble, like Brad Pitt's in that Trojan War movie. Unlike Brad's ass, though, Loch's was several shades paler than the rest of his skin, which told her that he was out in the sun quite a bit.

She was fascinated by that ghostly white ass, and when he returned to bed a moment later with a condom packet, she couldn't resist pinching and stroking her hands over his skin. Here she was glimpsing the best ass in the world and, judging by the lack of tan, she was one of the few. It seemed a shame to hide it away from the world when it was such a nice ass. She wondered if he'd let her put a finger up there. “Are you into ass play?”

The look he gave her was shocked. “What?”

“Prostate tickles? I'm told it's fun for the guy.”

“I've never done that.” He rolled the condom on, dragging his fingers over his length in a rather mouthwatering way.

That wasn't a
no
, though. That was just a
never done it before
. She supposed it probably wasn't best for a first-and-only date, though. Oh, well. She'd wanted to try that, just to see how a guy would react.

But it didn't matter because he was now officially gloved and settling his body back over hers, and her body was practically doing a happy dance because it was about to get boned. God, she was ready. She shifted on the bed, so wet and aroused she felt slippery all the way down her thighs.