Free Burn for Me by Lauren Blakely Page A

an idea. Playfulness slinked back into her voice as she asked, “How tired are you?”
    “I’m never too tired for that , if you’re saying what I think you’re saying.”
    …
    Ten minutes later, he opened the door and Jamie stood on his porch, the moonlight illuminating her. The faint glow of the half-light made her even prettier, her blond hair streaming down her back and over her shoulders. He was about to make a wisecrack about late-night visitors, but she pressed her lips against his in the sweetest kiss anyone had ever given him. In seconds, she’d disarmed him, and a groan escaped his throat. She brushed her lips lightly against his, kissing so softly it was as if she were barely there. But that’s what made her kiss so enticing; it was a promise of more.
    They stood like that kissing—only kissing—for minutes, and soon he threaded his hands into her hair, savoring the soft feel of the strands on his rough fingers.
    “Hi,” he said when she broke the kiss.
    “Hi. I have a late-night delivery for you,” she said, and trailed her hands down his shirt. His breath caught in his throat as her fingers danced across his stomach, and she smiled as she traced the outline of his abs. He grabbed her arms gently but firmly, and pulled her into the house.
    “Whatever delivery you have for me I don’t need the neighbors seeing,” he said.
    The door was swinging shut as she claimed his mouth again. She kissed harder this time, sliding her tongue across his, searching his mouth as she laced her fingers through his. It was as if she were claiming him, and he wanted that.
    “I’m sorry I was worried about Melody,” she said as she pulled away.
    “Don’t even think twice about it. I kind of like how you want me all to yourself,” he said, running his finger along her cheek.
    “I do. And I want to do something for you.”
    He quirked an eyebrow in question.
    “You’ve had a long shift. You work hard. And I want you to sleep well.”
    “What do you have in mind?” he said, but whatever it was he was sure he’d like it, judging from the way hot tension started to roll through his veins, especially when she wedged herself between his legs, rubbing against his erection. He grabbed her hips, tugging her closer.
    She looped her hands around his waist. “You have the sexiest back,” she said, and before he could respond, she’d dipped her hands below the waistband of his shorts, touching his bare ass. “Have I told you how much I love that you go commando?”
    “You have not. Feel free to tell me now.”
    “It is so hot,” she said, cupping his cheeks and squeezing. “You might have the best butt in the world.”
    “Ass. You can call it an ass,” he teased, getting a kick out of how she still couldn’t bring herself to swear.
    “ Butt ,” she said playfully, as she inched his shorts down to the ground.
    She stood up and tugged off his shirt. She brushed her chest against him, sending a sharp hot jolt down his body. “Nice ass,” she said, like it was the most forbidden thing she’d ever breathed.
    “Very good,” he said, and traced his finger across her lips. “I knew you had a dirty side. Now can I get you to say ‘fuck me, Smith? ’ ”
    “No,” she said, shaking her head coyly. “Because that’s not what we’re doing. I have something else in mind.” She brought her lips to his ear and whispered hotly, “I want your cock in my mouth.”
    For a second he was simply shocked. Then his body raced with desire, and he nearly burst inside as the naughty words from the woman he wanted rang in his head. “You do have it in you to be a dirty talker,” he said appreciatively.
    “Maybe you’re growing on me,” she said, as she wrapped a hand around him, and in an instant the talking ceased.
    He couldn’t speak. He could only curse—and groan—as she stroked him from the base all the way to the head, and he watched her the whole time. Her eyes were intense and full of lust. The look on her