Free Billionaire on the Loose by Jessica Clare Page A

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.
    â€œBeautiful,” he murmured. “I could look at you for hours.”
    â€œGod, 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?”
    â€œTalk 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.”
    â€œThat 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?”
    â€œYou 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?”
    â€œBingo.” 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.
    â€œLots of riding,” he said, putting his hands behind his head and giving her an amused look. “I’m a big sportsman.”
    â€œI’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.
    â€œNo. Is that a problem?”
    She considered for a moment, then shrugged. “Does it feel different?”
    â€œI 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.”
    â€œI’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