Ricochet by Skye Jordan Read Free Book Online

limits.
    “Jesus Christ.” She pressed her face to his neck, and her breath heated his skin. “Nathan…”
    That on-the-edge shimmer in her voice sharpened his focus. “Right here.”
    “How much longer to the hotel?”
    He lifted his gaze to look out the window and saw city streets, cars, and brake lights. “Not sure. We’re just getting out of traffic.”
    She exhaled, the sound heavy with frustration. “Don’t stop. Feels so good.”
    “Sure does.” He pulled back and hiked her leg higher. She angled her knee, opening for him, and her scent—musky and light—rose to his nose, so erotic. “I wish I could see you,” he whispered into her hair, circling his fingers at her opening, stretching, releasing, rubbing, teasing. “I’m going to spread you out on the bed when we get to the room. I’m going to look at you while I touch you. I’m going to lick you and suck you and fuck you. And I’m going to watch everything.”
    “Nathan?” She was breathless, gripping his waist, pushing off him to move her hips into his hand. “Can you fuck me first? I…can’t wait.”
    He leaned in, angled his arm, and pushed deeper. Rolled his fingertips against her front wall, searching for that little swell, but couldn’t find it before the van slowed again to take a turn. “How do you want it?”
    “Want what?”
    He grinned. “Want me to fuck you when we get to the room. Against a wall? On a table? A counter? Bent over the bed? What?”
    “God…” she breathed, “I…don’t know. I don’t care. Whatever you like. I just need it.”
    He’d discovered another new thrill—that exciting a woman to the point where she couldn’t think about how she wanted it, just that she had to have it, was a ridiculous turn-on.
    The van slowed to a stop, and Rachel groaned out a sound of relief. “Is it just me, or did that take forever?”
    “That took forever.” Ryker dragged his fingers from her pussy and stroked the wetness around her clit.
    A surprised sound vibrated in her throat before Ryker slid his hand down her thigh and eased her back into the seat beside him. “Let the others get off first.”
    He buttoned and zipped his pants, then held Rachel’s hand tight and pulled her to her feet. Walking was going to be a painful proposition, but the reward would be well worth it.

Rachel’s legs weren’t working right. Her head floated. And an extreme sexual hunger consumed her like fire. Her clit and her pussy throbbed to the beat of her heart, swollen and sensitive. Wetness slipped along her folds.
    She was intensely, wickedly, insanely turned on as she followed Nathan toward the front of the bus, his bags over one shoulder, his free hand wrapped around hers in a way that made her feel safe when she knew very well she shouldn’t.
    “Thanks,” he told the driver, pulling a few folded bills from his pocket for the woman. “Have a good night.”
    “You too, now.”
    Nathan moved down the stairs, then turned and gripped Rachel’s waist to help her off the van, setting her gently on the ground. All they were going to do was get in the room and fuck, yet she couldn’t remember the last time a man had done something so simple and thoughtful for her.
    Then again, the alcohol was definitely hitting, and her memory might be a tad…selective.
    Nathan held the hotel’s main door open for her and kept his hand on her lower back as she passed through. Rachel directed him toward elevators she’d noticed when she’d come in earlier to pick up the key, and he pressed the elevator’s up button.
    Rachel stared at the lighted arrow, and for the first time since she’d taken a seat next to him at the bar, she had a real second thought. This was terribly spontaneous. Crazily impulsive. Not like her at all.
    “Pays to be in the stunt business, huh?” he said.
    Nathan’s voice pulled her fuzzy head from the random thought. His fingers skimmed down her spine, then back up as his gaze swept the lobby. Damn, he was so