Chapter Twenty-Two Blaze
Chapter Twenty-Two
Blaze
I don’t deserve her. But fuck, I can’t stop myself from taking her.
The electricity flows between us like we’ve been lassoed by a live wire.
I study every detail of her face . . . thick lashes framing those clear blue pools, smooth slope of her nose, full pink lips, tiny mole just below her left eye.
The face branded into my mind forever, guarded eyes brimming with anticipation.
I breathe her in.
Six years ago, kissing Savannah felt like everything good and pure in the world was mine to hold and cherish.
Now it feels like stealing. And taking something I have no right to touch.
But I’m doing it anyway.
Her scent is intoxicating, sweet jasmine and citrus. A complex mix of innocence and seduction that teases and taunts. When I look at her, I still see that sweet, bright-eyed young girl with an open, trusting heart, and a pang assaults my chest.
No matter what happens between us today, I know there’s no future for us. And even though I’d burn the world for her, it doesn’t mean we’ll end up with the happily ever after.
But she doesn’t know that yet.
And right now, the last thing I want to do is confess all the fucked-up wrongs I’ve committed against her.
I need her. All of her.
To mark her, claim her, and tell her she’s mine.
At this moment, she is.
Her tentative hands slide up my chest. Maybe she’s wondering which version of me she’s getting right now. She can see through the hardness, the only one who can break through it all to reach the man I used to be, the man I want to be again.
I back her into the wall and crush my lips against hers, unable to fight the pent-up desire for another second. She digs her fingers into my back as I part her soft lips with my tongue. Our teeth crack together, tongues tangling in a frenetic dance that promises chaos of the most erotic kind.
She kisses me back like she’s been starving for this. Like six years apart didn’t do a damn thing to fizzle the connection between us. Her body remembers mine . . . the way she arches into me, the way her fingers find the spots that drive me crazy.
I fist her hair, giving it a gentle tug, and she rewards me with a gasp that has my cock nearly tearing through my jeans.
And speaking of jeans, I need to get hers off. Now.
But fuck, I don’t want this to stop.
I delve deeper into her hot, greedy mouth, parting her legs with my knee. She drags her hands through my hair, her heart pounding hard, vibrating against my chest as she grinds against me. I wonder if she can feel mine pumping in time with hers.
Without breaking the kiss, I lift her into my arms. A sharp pain shoots down my right side. But it fizzles out fast when she wraps her legs around my waist and rubs herself against me all the way to the guest room off the foyer.
I haven’t even gotten her clothes off yet, and I’m already damn close to eruption.
Six years is a long time to pine for someone. And when that someone is finally all over your cock, it’s hard to keep control.
Savvie undoes me like no other, which makes her dangerous in so many ways.
I kick the door closed behind me and lay her on the mattress. She slides a hand down the front of my face, her eyes foggy with lust.
“I love it when you look at me that way,” I say in a ragged whisper. “Don’t ever stop.”
I kiss her again, long, hard, and deep before I drag my lips down the side of her neck. Her tiny mewls are like the sweetest music. Christ, I’ve missed them so much. I never thought I’d hear them again.
I bite down on her pulse point, sucking the flesh, marking her. When she looks in the mirror later, I want her to know exactly who she belongs to.
Who she always belonged to, even if she didn’t realize it.
I slide off her flannel shirt, slipping my fingers under her tank top. Her skin quivers at my touch.
Raising herself off the bed, she pulls the top over her head, staring at me through lowered lashes.
“I hate that I still want you.” Her voice is a soft whisper.
I pull back just enough to really look at her. Her lips are swollen, her eyes dark with desire. She looks at me like I’m not a monster. Like I’m still the man she fell in love with.
And my God, I want it to be true.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” I say, even though the words taste like poison on my tongue.
Her hand slides to the back of my neck, stroking the back of my hair. “Don’t you dare.”
I don’t need to hear anything else.
I unbutton her jeans. She wiggles out of them, and I pull them off slowly with as much restraint as I can manage, which is next to nothing. Only a flimsy scrap of red lace covers her pussy.
“I need a condom,” I mutter, looking around the room as if one will just magically appear out of thin air. Fuck. I should have been better prepared.
She shakes her head. “I’m on the pill. You’re good.”
I loop my fingers into the elastic, slide the panties down to her ankles, then push open her legs. The palms of my hands skim over her creamy skin, and she stills, almost as if my touch alone can calm her.
“I need to taste that sweet pussy.” My mouth waters as I dip my head low, her plump pussy lips already swollen and slick with her juices, begging me to lick, to nip, to plunder.
I grip her thighs, tracing her slit with my tongue before pushing into her.
She bucks her hips, thrusting against my mouth.
I flick her clit, suckling it gently at first. Then I launch a full-on assault until it pulses and throbs on my tongue.
She winds her fingers into my hair, pulling it hard as I fuck her with my mouth. Her cries pierce the still air.
“Oh . . . my . . . God,” she whimpers. “Please . . . I need more . . .”
“What kind of more?” I ask, pulling away from her pussy and unbuckling my jeans. I kick them off, then crawl on the bed to straddle her. I lean forward, the head of my cock grazing her pussy lips. “Tell me what you want.”
She looks up at me, her chest quaking, lips parting.
I reach around and unhook her bra before bringing one breast to my lips because I’m an impatient bastard.
With my tongue and teeth, I tease each one of her nipples until she’s writhing against my lips for the second time.
And then I slip my fingers into her pussy, dragging them against her clit. Her hips jerk wildly against my hand.
“Tell me,” I say again. Her eyes are squeezed shut, mouth singing.
“Fuck me,” she cries out. “I need to feel you inside me. Make me come, Blaze. Please. I need . . . I need . . .”
“What do you need?” I hiss against her ear. “I want to hear you say it.”
Her eyes fly open. “I need you.”
Fuck, I don’t think I can be any harder.
I wrap my good arm around her and hold her tight as I push into her.
Her pussy is so soft and wet and warm, I almost lose it the second I’m inside of her.
She pulls my head toward her, capturing my mouth with her own.
She drags my lower lip through her teeth.
Her pussy clenches my cock tight, hips bucking hard, beckoning me to drive harder and faster.
“Tell me who this greedy pussy belongs to,” I growl against her lips, bringing my fingers between her ass cheeks as I fuck her with long, deep strokes. I circle her tight hole before pressing into it. She screams.
“You. It’s yours. It always was.”
“Always. Fucking forever,” I rasp. “You’re mine, Savannah. Don’t you ever forget it. Now come for me like a good girl.”
She meets me thrust for thrust, her juices flowing over me, blanketing me in everything she has to give as her body writhes.
Her screams pierce the air, and her nails dig deep into my back.
Blood rushes to the head of my dick, white-hot sparks shooting out to every limb.
The orgasm tears through me at lightning speed and with staggering force.
My heart stutters, breath knotted in my throat as I fill her.
I can’t breathe. I can’t speak. I can’t think.
I can only feel.
And fuck me, it is so much more incredible than I remember.
I drop a kiss on her lips, then pull out as I roll onto my back, shifting her on top of me. Her hair fans out on my chest, tickling my skin.
We lie there in silence, too afraid to speak and ruin the moment. At least, that’s how I feel.
I can’t tell her the truth about what I’m doing or about how I feel. So the wall of lies just sits between us as usual, just like a festering sore that will never heal.
Her breath is soft and warm, her lips gentle as she grazes the swirls of ink on my chest. I wrap an arm around her, my fingertips light against her skin. She squeals and wiggles, a breathless giggle slipping from her lips.
“You always were so ticklish,” I say, a grin lifting my lips.
Her eyes widen, and her head pops up with mock surprise. “Holy cow, is that what I think it is? An honest-to-goodness smile? I thought that scowl was permanently etched on your face. Color me shocked.”
I chuckle and give her ass a smack.
“Mm, again,” she murmurs. Then she whips her head around and gasps. “Blaze, you’re bleeding.”
“It’s fi—”
“It’s not fine,” she says, jumping off me. She runs into the bathroom off the guest room and brings me a towel. She presses it to the wound, and I wince. “Come on, we have to get you to a doctor.”
“No,” I say, holding the towel against the wound as I sit up. “It’ll be okay. I just need to apply pressure to it to get the bleeding to stop.”
She stares at me, and even though her eyes tell me that she has so much more to say, Savannah stays silent. A few minutes later, I move the towel. “See? All good.”
“Let me clean it for you.” She leads me into the bathroom and seats me on the side of the tub and rummages around under the sink until she finds what she’s looking for.
Then she kneels next to me and dabs the wound with alcohol-soaked cotton.
It burns like hell, but all of my focus is on Savannah, her body, and all the things I want to do to it.
She pulls open some gauze, packs it against my skin, and wraps it with a bandage. “How does that feel?”
“Like a fucking dream,” I say dryly.
She smirks. “You know, everyone likes a little ass. But nobody likes a smart-ass.”
I stand up and snake an arm around her waist. “Except you, right?”
Her blue eyes soften. “Yeah, except me.”
“So am I all good now?” I nod toward my arm.
“As good as you’re going to get without real medical attention, I’d guess.”
“Great,” I say, backing her against the sink. “Because I need to fuck you again.”
She hoists herself up, her face flushed pink, eyes glittering. Heat prickles the skin on the back of my neck. “Open those legs for me. Let me see that pussy.”
She leans back against the sink, her legs falling open for me as she licks the palm of her hand. Then she grasps my dick, stroking my length and teasing the head.
“That feels so good.” I cage her in with my hands. “But I need more.”
She nods, releasing my cock. “Me too.”
My cock throbs, her walls clenching me tight as I drive into her. Our bodies rock together like they were made to be this connected on every level. My heart thrashes, my body consumed by carnal flames that sizzle every cell.
She writhes against me as I hit her spot, nails clawing my skin as I fuck her slow and deep.
“Give me everything, Savvie.” My voice breaks, knowing I’m giving her nothing in return. Nothing lasting.
With a piercing cry, she shudders against me.
“That’s a good girl. Come for me, baby.”
And only when she’s finished do I finally let go. I give her everything I have, everything I want, all the words I’m afraid to say, all the memories I know we’ll never make.
But she’ll never know it.
My ringtone blares out, and my heart free-falls.
No. He cannot fucking be watching.
I grit my teeth, and Savannah’s expression flickers with concern. “Does it hurt?”
“I just . . .”
“What is it, Blaze? Will you please talk to me?”
I ignore her pleading tone and walk out of the bathroom, leaving her there staring after me, probably wondering why she keeps putting up with my Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde bullshit.
Raking a hand through my hair, I stare at my phone on the floor. It must’ve fallen out of my pocket when I got undressed.
One missed call.
If I glare at it hard enough, maybe it’ll just fucking disappear.
But even if it did, he’d still manage to find me.
And Savvie.
Rage burns hot in my chest. Again, the ringtone shatters the silence.
But it’s not Wilkerson’s name flashing across the screen. It’s Colt’s.
I stab the Accept button. “Yeah?”
“There’s been an accident,” he says, his voice choked. “You need to get to the hospital now. It’s Wyatt.”
My throat tightens, Wilkerson’s voice ringing between my ears like clashing cymbals.
“I have the power to destroy everyone you care about, Blaze. Just remember that. I own you, and if you step out of line, you know exactly what I’ll take.”
The phone slips from my fingers and clatters on the floor.
What the fuck have I done?