Free Billionaire on the Loose by Jessica Clare Page B

properly.”
    â€œWell 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.
    â€œFuck 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.
    â€œDick 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.”
    â€œMake 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