Read Controlled Burn for Free Online Page A

nipples tightened harder. She cupped one, caressing herself, and noted how his gaze followed the motion and that his fingers stroked faster.
    Obviously, he liked watching her, so she put both hands into play, massaging her breasts, assuaging some of the ache he built inside her.
    The touch of his thumb rasping over her clit made her arch her back, and she cried out, “Please. Please, Jeremiah.”
    He withdrew his fingers and braced his weight on both hands. “Guide me inside, Carly.”
    Lord, she liked the rough texture of his voice. He wasn’t unmoved. Wasn’t casual at all.
    Carly reached for his cock and rubbed the tip over her clit, pleasing herself, then slid it downward between her folds. Once it was at her entrance, she glanced up to catch his glance.
    “Ready?” he whispered.
    “No.”
    He grunted, his gaze narrowing.
    “You asked.”
    His dark brows drew together. “Don’t make me laugh.”
    “Can’t you do it if you laugh?”
    “Yes, but…” He shook his head. “I need to concentrate.”
    “Why? Afraid you’ll do it wrong?” She fluttered her eyelashes. “Don’t you remember how?”
    “You’re teasing, right?”
    “Yeah.” She let one side of her mouth curve. “I have no doubt you’ve practiced a lot.”
    He gave a laugh that turned into a groan the moment he pushed inside her body.
    She felt pressure as her body tried to accommodate his girth. “You’re bigger than I had before.”
    “Stop talking.” His jaw tightened as he began to move inside her, pushing inward, pulling out.
    “I can’t help it. I have nothing to do. You said I couldn’t touch you.”
    “Changed my mind. Hold me, Carly. Hold on tight.”
    Tentatively, and then with more assurance as she read the pleasure in his face, she smoothed her hands around his waist, ran her fingertips down his spine, and then clutched his buttocks because he was moving faster, and she was fascinated with the hard, flexing muscles she held.
    She dug her fingernails into his skin, and his entire body hardened, his movements quickening. Soon he was driving hard toward her womb, his cock ravaging her slick, rippling walls. She couldn’t help it, she wagged her head side to side and hummed. “So good, ’miah, so good.”
    He paused and pushed away from the ground, his cock slipping out, but just for a moment as he slid his bent arms beneath her knees and lifted her bottom. Then he centered himself and drove hard inside her. Soon he was pistoning, jerking her legs to slide her toward him as he hammered deep.
    With him so far above her, she had nothing to touch except herself, and she did, pinching her nipples because she needed the distraction. Inside her belly, excitement tightened her core, holding her nearly breathless.
    She was close. And she almost feared the explosion because she’d never felt this intensity, and knew she’d lose control—and she was afraid, because he was so strong, so much more experienced, and she didn’t want him to see her as anything less—certainly not as this wild creature who wanted to shout aloud, wanted to curse, because the pleasure was right there, and her sight was narrowing.
    He fucked her faster and faster, relentlessly, ruthlessly, and then she couldn’t hide—her mouth opened on a keening cry and her back arched impossibly hard. All she heard were her heartbeats pounding in her ears, all she felt was the expanding pleasure that trembled through her body, from her core and radiating outward to her limbs. When she could think again, when she finally dragged air into her starved lungs, she slowly opened her eyes.
    She rested inside his embrace, and he was pushing her hair from her face, and pressing kisses against her cheeks and mouth. “You’re back,” he whispered and rolled, taking her over his body—still locked together.
    Carly rested her knees on the ground beside his hips and hid her face in the corner of his neck, still huffing her breaths.
    His hands glided up and down her back.