Chapter 10 #2
Johanna unzipped her jeans, and Blaze then helped her wiggle them down her legs, and she kicked them aside. The entire time desire darkened his eyes.
She tilted her head and he captured her lips in a deep kiss while his hand traveled down over her stomach, down between her thighs. The second his fingers pressed against her panties, his entire body tensed.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re wet for me.”
The rumble of his voice caused Johanna to tremble with need.
Blaze lifted her onto the dining table. He then hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and dragged them down her legs before spreading her thighs.
For a moment, Blaze simply looked at her, studying every reaction she couldn't quite hide. Every shiver. Every uneven breath. Every flicker of emotion crossing her face.
"You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled.
Johanna's breath caught.
And for the first time all evening, she wasn't sure whether the greater danger was him wanting her this much—
Or realizing she felt exactly the same way.
“Baby, you’re wet,” he muttered, fingers sliding through her folds before pushing one thick finger inside her in a single deep stroke.
Johanna cried out instantly, hips jerking upward.
“That’s it,” Blaze growled. “Relax and let me make you feel good.”
A second finger followed, stretching her slowly while his thumb circled firmly over her clit. The combination shattered what little coherent thought Johanna had left.
The sounds escaping her no longer sounded like her own. They were soft, breathless, and increasingly desperate, each one revealing just how completely Blaze had stripped away her ability to hide what she was feeling.
His gaze never left her. Dark and intent, it tracked every reaction while he continued stroking her with a confidence that felt too impossible to resist.
"The way you’re squeezing the hell outta my fingers, I can’t wait to be inside you again," he rasped.
The praise sent another rush of sensation through her.
Pressure built steadily inside her, tightening with every movement, every whispered word, every heated look Blaze sent her way. Johanna could feel herself slipping closer to the edge, her body responding faster than her mind could keep pace.
“That’s it, baby,” he coaxed. “Come for me.”
The intensity overwhelmed her. One moment she was struggling to hold herself together. The next, everything unraveled until suddenly pleasure detonated through her body so hard she cried out, “Blaze!”
Johanna climaxed around his fingers, shaking uncontrollably while his words, low and steady, grounding her even as she came apart. “That’s it… baby. That’s it.”
His thumb circled her clit, leaving her clinging to him while the world narrowed to the sound of his voice. “I got you.”
The gentle strokes remained steady, anchoring her until her heartbeat slowed and breathing finally returned to normal. When Johanna opened her eyes, the look on Blaze’s face made her pulse trip over itself.
Desire was there, that raw, consuming hunger she'd always recognized in him, but there was something else woven through it now. Something softer. Deeper.
Something that looked dangerously close to reverence.
Her stomach tightened.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
The question sent a fresh rush of heat through her.
Johanna barely had time to point down the short hallway that branched off the living room before Blaze swept her into his arms.
A startled laugh escaped her as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Blaze—”
“Jo,” he murmured.
The deep rumble of his voice vibrated straight through her.
He carried her down the hallway with long, determined strides, passing the narrow linen cabinet tucked between the bathroom and guest room.
Johanna's pulse hammered harder with every step. When they reached her bedroom, Blaze nudged the door open with his shoulder and stepped inside.
Moonlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting soft silver light across the room.
A white quilt covered the bed beneath the windows, and a weathered dresser sat against the far wall beside a bookshelf crowded with novels and framed family photographs.
The familiar space had always been her refuge.
Tonight, however, it no longer felt like a place to hide.
Not with Blaze standing in the middle of it.
Not with years of memories and unanswered feelings suddenly crowding the room alongside him.
For the first time, Johanna felt exposed inside the very space where she'd spent years convincing herself she was over him.
He crossed the room without hesitation and gently lowered her onto the edge of the bed. For a moment neither of them moved.
Blaze remained standing in front of her while Johanna looked up at him, her heart racing so hard she was certain he could hear it.
The silence stretched. It was heavy, intimate, and dangerously charged. Heat rushed through her body so fast it made her dizzy.
And then Blaze began to take off his clothes and Johanna’s pulse stumbled into complete chaos.
Every inch of him was unfair. Broad shoulders. Defined muscle. Powerful thighs. And a penis built to make bad decisions seem like excellent ideas. Thick. Rock hard. And bigger than she remembered.
His physique was certainly distracting, but the danger had never been Blaze taking off his clothes. The danger was how quickly being with him again felt right, as if the years between them had never happened at all.
Blaze caught the expression on her face and a slow grin curved his mouth. “You see something you like?”
Her cheeks burned instantly. She couldn't even pretend to deny it. “I see something I remember. And yes, I like it.”
By the time he rolled on the condom, anticipation had her trembling beneath him.
Blaze returned to the bed, settled between her thighs with deliberate patience, as though he was giving her every opportunity to change her mind.
She wasn't going to.
Not now.
Not when she wanted him this badly.
His gaze never left hers while gliding his cock along her slick folds, teasing and coaxing her. Johanna moaned helplessly at the sensation alone.
“You ready for me?” he asked quietly.
Johanna's heart hammered.
No.
Absolutely not.
And yet—
“Yes, Blaze.”
The moment he began to ease inside her, the stretch stole the air from her lungs. She grabbed his shoulders automatically, fingers digging into hard muscle.
A rough growl escaped him. The sound alone nearly undid her.
“Damn,” he muttered, while he rocked his hips. “You’re so tight.”
Johanna felt the effort it took for him to stay in control. Every movement was carefully measured. But the intensity behind it was impossible to miss.
Her body trembled beneath him.
“Baby...” he breathed.
The tenderness in his voice caused her to whimper his name, “Blaze.”
Johanna felt it in the way his body tensed above her.
Then she rolled her hips slowly beneath him. And Blaze lost the last of his restraint. Then he thrust deeper.
She clutched at him the instant he thrust his hips again, driving him even further inside her. The man she’d loved, lost, and never truly forgotten was making love to her again.
Blaze groaned low against her mouth as her wet heat surrounded him, stretching her inch by inch until her entire body trembled beneath him. He wasn’t fully inside yet, but already Johanna felt completely consumed by him. Every nerve in her body alive, every breath shallow and uneven.
“Fuck…” he rasped softly, forehead dropping briefly against hers. “You feel unreal.”
Johanna could barely think.
The pressure alone was overwhelming. The connection was nothing like she had remembered.
It was far better.
Blaze kissed her. Slow at first, almost tender, his tongue sliding into her mouth while he held himself still inside her, giving her time to adjust to the fullness.
But the second she moaned into the kiss and gyrated her hips instinctively beneath him, something inside Blaze snapped.
With one deep thrust, he buried himself completely.
Johanna cried out sharply, back arching off the bed as the sudden stretch burned through her body. The sensation was intense, almost too much with pleasure tangled tightly with the sharp ache of being filled so completely after such a long time.
“Baby—” Blaze stilled instantly, breathing hard. “Look at me.”
But Johanna only shut her eyes and lifted her hips again, both hands gripping his ass as she pulled him deeper, refusing to let him retreat.
The movement dragged a rough groan from his throat.
“Fuck, Johanna…”
When he hesitated, trying to control himself, she began moving against him, winding her hips beneath his. The friction sent sparks of pleasure through her body despite the lingering ache.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked hoarsely, eyes searching hers with concern.
Johanna shook her head quickly. “No… It’s just been awhile. Please don’t stop.”
Blaze paused for a moment watching her carefully. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not hurting me. My body is adjusting to you,” she whispered as she rocked beneath him. “It feels so good to have you inside of me again,”
“Baby, you have no idea,” Blaze murmured. He kissed her deeply while he began moving inside her again, slow, deliberate strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in carefully. Every thrust stretched her a little more, eased her body open for him a little deeper.
“Oh God…” she whimpered softly.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her lips. “Relax for me, baby.”
His hands slid beneath her thighs, spreading her wider while he rocked into her with controlled, steady thrusts. The deeper he moved, pleasure grew until Johanna’s moans turned breathier, needier.
Johanna started craving each stroke. Needing them.
Her body clung to him differently, welcoming him deeper every time he thrust forward.
“You’re taking all of me so well,” he groaned. “Fuck… you feel good!”