Jaci Burton by Nauti, wild (Riding The Edge) Page A

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    He set her down on her feet next to the bed. She reached
    for his shoulders, laid her palms over his chest—a solid wal of
    muscle. She flexed her fingers in, then curled them, grabbing
    his shirt to lift.
    This time, he let her, raised his arms so she could take off
    his shirt. After she discarded it, she laid her palms flat against
    his chest again. It was smooth, bare, and she let her hands
    discover his chest, his shoulders. Boulders of muscle that she
    traversed with her hands and fingertips, learning his body like
    she was reading a road map. His body was warm, hard al

    over. She wondered what he did with his time besides ride
    around the country. No man built like this spent al his time on
    a bike. He either worked out or worked physical y for a living.
    And now she could see the benefit of slowing down, of not
    being in so much of a rush for sex. How else could she get to
    experience the thril of discovering his body, of running her
    hands over every plane, every muscle, sliding her hands down
    his arms and back up again, feeling the goose bumps rise on
    his flesh? It was such a heady experience, and empowering to
    realize that her touch elicited a reaction in him, gave him
    chil s.
    She rose on her tiptoes and wound her arms around his
    neck, pressing her breasts against his chest. Her nipples
    scraped his flesh and she couldn’t resist sliding them back
    and forth, even though the sensations aroused her to the point
    of madness.
    Rick pul ed her hips against him. His erection seemed
    harder than ever, if that was possible.
    “You trying to tease me, woman?”
    “You’re teasing me. It seems only fair to return the favor.”
    “We’l see about that.”
    He pushed her, then, and in the dark she had no balance.
    Good thing she felt the bed against the back of her knees
    because she fel against the mattress, waiting for Rick to fal
    on top of her.
    He didn’t. He was on the floor, pul ing her boots off,
    pressing kisses to her feet as he gently removed each sock.
    Her toes curled and she shuddered out a sigh. Okay, so
    maybe the tense frenzy she’d initial y felt had dissolved into a

    puddle of delicious arousal now. Maybe Rick had been right
    about taking their time to enjoy the moment.
    She hated being wrong.
    He rose and undid the button on her jeans, and with a slow
    slide drew the zipper down. He tugged at the waistband and
    she lifted to help him as he drew her jeans down her legs.
    That left only her panties. But he didn’t take those next. He
    leaned in, and she felt his warm breath caressing her bare
    bel y.
    “You smel good. Like cookies and hot sex.”
    She smiled even though he couldn’t see her. “That’s an
    interesting combination.”
    “It makes you special. No one I’ve ever known smel ed like
    cookies and sex.” He pressed a kiss to her rib cage, and she
    shivered. When he went higher, just below her breasts, she
    stil ed, not wanting to do anything to make him stop.
    He didn’t stop. He cupped her breast and his lips covered
    one aching, desperate-to-be-sucked peak. Her body nearly
    shot off the bed at the first lash of his tongue against the
    sensitive bud. He curled his tongue around it, flicked it, then
    sucked, gently at first, then harder, and she could have cried it
    was so damn good. And by the time he moved to the other
    breast and lavished equal attention on it, she arched her back
    to feed more of her starved nipples into his mouth.
    And just as he’d done since they’d come into the room, he
    took his time, seeming in no hurry to move south, to fuck her,
    to do anything other than play with her breasts and nipples.
    The man was inhuman, his obvious intent to drive her to the
    brink of insanity—and over.

    “Rick. Please.”
    He lifted his head. She could only make out his silhouette in
    the darkness, but she knew he was looking at her.
    “What do you need?”
    How was she going to voice what she needed when she
    didn’t even know? “More.”
    “More of