Controlled Burn by Delilah Devlin Page A

ottoman and went to work, opening her shirt, and then unclasping her bra.
    She liked his efficiency, so she let him strip her without lifting a finger to help.
    When he slid both garments off her shoulders, he moved them only to her elbows, leaving her arms trapped at the elbows. Ignoring her raised brows, he sat on the ottoman and opened her belt and then her jeans. He smoothed them down to mid-thigh, then gripped her ass in both hands and forced her closer.
    Hunching his shoulders, he lowered his head to kiss her mound. “I want this on my mouth, Carly,” he said, his voice roughening. “If you’re stripped of your jeans and boots, will you climb over me and sit on my face?”
    A laugh shook her. “Jeremiah!”
    He arched a brow. “Too crude?”
    “I suppose not, since thinking about doing that is making me really, really hot.” She wagged her shoulders. “I’d take off my clothes, but I can’t.”
    “Let me do it for you.”
    He bent and lifted each boot while she balanced on a single foot, teetering. Once, he had to grab for her hips to make sure she didn’t fall. But at last, he had off both boots and smoothed her jeans down her legs, helping her as she stepped out of her clothes. Then he moved, sliding around until he faced away, then slowly lowered to his back, his face just beneath the apex of her thighs. “Straddle me, baby. I want it on my mouth.”
    This time, she had no urge to laugh. Her need was too urgent. With her arms bound by her shirt, she climbed clumsily onto the stool and spread her knees.
    Jeremiah scooted toward her, then under her. His fingers parted her folds, and then his tongue stroked her, licking her from the bottom of her folds all the way to her clit.
    “Jesus,” she whispered.
    “Name’s Jeremiah,” he said, then grunted and licked her again.
    She gave a muffled laugh then groaned when he pushed his pointed tongue inside. She made a shallow dip, not wanting to lose his wonderful tongue, but she needed to move, needed to sway above him while he swirled inside her, the sensation so lush and decadent she let her head fall backward. She swayed, and then yelped as she fell backward, off the ottoman, landing on the plush Persian carpet.

Chapter Six
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    B efore she could pull in deep gulp of air, she saw Jeremiah jackknife upward then scramble to the floor. “Carly, are you okay? Fuck, I forgot you fainted this morning.” His hands roamed her body, searching for problems.
    Carly couldn’t help it. She laughed. She lay naked, her arms still caught in her shirt, her legs splayed, and all she could do was laugh.
    He sat back on his haunches, and the corners of his mouth twitched. “That didn’t work quite the way I thought it would.”
    “You mean you didn’t mean for me to break my arms?”
    His smile disappeared. “Let me get you free.” He reached for her, sat her on the carpet, and dragged her bra and shirt off her arms. Then he smoothed his hands over her arms as though to reassure himself she was unhurt.
    “All better,” she whispered. “But now, I’m completely naked and horny.”
    His grunt was followed by a sexy glance that trailed slowly down her body. “Since I’m responsible for your condition…”
    She climbed over his lap, spreading her thighs to straddle him. “Now, if you’d had just a little foresight, you’d be snug inside me now.”
    “Won’t take a minute,” he said, rubbing his cheek against hers.
    “A minute’s too long.” She held tight to his shoulders.
    Frowning, he opened his pants and raised just high enough he could shove them past his buttocks. Then he dug into his pocket and pulled out a condom. “If you don’t mind,” he said, his voice tight, his hands already tearing the plastic.
    Glad he didn’t want to wait while she did the honors, she said, “Not at all.”
    When he was cloaked, he ground his cock against her, riding her slit.
    She dragged her hips forward and back, wetting him and warming herself. She made another