Wild at Heart (Wild, #2)

by K.A. Tucker

I stir as the mattress sinks beneath Jonah’s weight. Moments later, his hot, naked body is molding itself against my back. His lips graze my neck, and his hand slips into the front of my panties. “The ring of fire,” I mumble, letting my eyes adjust to the faint glow of the bedside lamp he turned on. “What?” Humor laces his tone as one talented finger slips inside me to caress my core. I roll over to face him, checking the clock on his nightstand. It’s almost one a.m. “Why didn’t you tell me that we live in the ring of fire?” That’s what the horseshoe-shaped line of volcanos in the Pacific Ocean is called. “And that Alaska has 11 percent of the world’s earthquakes and that there are on average 10,000 measured earthquakes each year, and we literally live on a fault line?” I spent hours watching the news and then reading articles about Alaska’s history with this natural disaster. Jonah sighs, removes his hand, and flops onto his back, whatever moment he was trying to stir effectively doused. “Is there a way to block you from accessing Wikipedia?” “It’s not funny! I was hiding under a table at the community center tonight, Jonah!” But at least I wasn’t home alone. I don’t know how I would’ve handled that.