Jaci Burton by Nauti, wild (Riding The Edge) Read Free Book Online Page A

what? If only she were more like Lacey? More
    adventurous, less rigid? Wasn’t that what Lacey had
    suggested?

    She wasn’t that rigid.
    She also hadn’t been the one who had stopped things in the
    bedroom at Joey’s house. Rick had.
    But why?
    She unpacked her bag and pondered the situation, thinking
    back to the two of them kissing, how Rick’s mouth had felt on
    her. She placed her hand on her neck where his mouth had
    been, shivering at the remembered contact, how it had made
    her insides dissolve in a puddle of want and need.
    A shower would dissolve any remnants of his touch. She
    slid under the warm spray and closed her eyes, imagining
    Rick in the shower with her. His hands soaping her body,
    cupping her aching breasts and torturing her rigid nipples.
    She lifted her hands and did just that, which only served to fuel
    the flames even hotter. She let her hand drift down, over her
    bel y and between her legs, cupping her sex. Her gasp made
    her eyes shoot open.
    With a sigh of frustration, she finished her shower and dried
    off, brushed her teeth and slid naked under the covers,
    figuring it was late enough she’d fal asleep right away.
    No such luck. Not with her body throbbing with the incessant
    need for an orgasm. An orgasm she was denying herself.
    Why, exactly? She’d certainly seen to her own needs
    before, so why not tonight?
    Because you’d had your chance to be with a rockin’ hot
    biker guy, and somehow you blew it.
    And that’s what bothered her the most. She didn’t know
    what she’d done to turn him off so abruptly. Maybe if she found
    out the answer, she could go to sleep.

    She reached over and flipped on the switch for the lamp on
    the nightstand, and stared down at the room number she’d
    hastily scrawled on the pad of paper.
    Room 238. Rick’s room. She picked up the hotel phone, the
    dial tone screaming in her ear.
    For God’s sake, Ava, it’s three-thirty in the morning. He’s
    sleeping. What kind of a neurotic idiot are you?
    Apparently a Class A Neurotic Idiot. She dialed his room
    number, her stomach clenching as it began to ring.
    “Yeah.”
    He didn’t sound half asleep. “Rick, it’s . . . Ava.”
    “Is something wrong?”
    “No. I’m fine. Were you sleeping?”
    “No. What’s up?”
    This had to have been the dumbest idea ever. She fumbled
    for the right words. There real y weren’t any, so she might as
    wel just come right out and say it. “Earlier tonight, at Joey’s . .
    .”
    “Yeah?”
    “When we were upstairs in the bedroom. Alone.”
    He didn’t say anything. Ava inhaled a breath of courage.
    “When we were kissing, and touching . . . you stopped.”
    “Yes.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you tensed up when you heard a door close out in
    the hal way.”
    She frowned. “I did?”
    “Yeah. I just figured you weren’t real y into what we were
    doing. Or maybe you weren’t . . . ready. I didn’t want to push

    you into anything you didn’t real y want.”
    That was why he stopped? Because she tensed up and he
    didn’t want to push her? Wow. Just . . . wow. He real y was
    thoughtful. Or utterly ful of shit. She couldn’t tel .
    “I wasn’t tense at al .”
    “You didn’t want to be in that room with me.”
    “Yes, I did. I was . . . very much into what we were doing.”
    “Were you.”
    He was smiling. She could tel . But was he laughing at her?
    “Yes.”
    “How much were you into it?”
    Her body flushed with heat. “Uh . . . a lot.”
    “Tel me, Ava. Did your nipples get hard?”
    Oh, God. She did not have phone conversations like this.
    Ever. But her nipples puckered. Damn him.
    “Yes.”
    “Did your pussy get wet?”
    Oh. My. God. She shuddered out a breath. “Yes.”
    “Are you in bed right now?”
    “Yes.”
    “What are you wearing?”
    She looked down at her breasts. The sheet had slipped
    down to her waist, revealing tight, hard nipples.
    “I stil have al my clothes on.”
    He laughed, the rumbling sound touching her nerve