When he drew back slightly, his eyes traveled slowly over her body, over her breasts, her stomach, taking in every detail with an intensity that left her feeling exposed and cherished at the same time.
"Shit," he whispered. "I forgot how beautiful you are."
There was no exaggeration in his tone.
“I need to touch you.”
And he did.
His large hands closed over her breasts reverently at first, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened painfully beneath his touch. Johanna gasped, her head falling back immediately as pleasure shot straight through her body.
Blaze watched every reaction closely.
Every shiver.
Every desperate breath.
“You like that?” he asked hoarsely before lowering his mouth to one aching nipple.
The first pull of his lips nearly made her collapse.
“Oh God—Blaze…”
His tongue circled slowly before he sucked harder, teeth grazing just enough to send sharp pleasure through her stomach and straight between her legs. Meanwhile his hand kneaded the other breast relentlessly, pinching and stroking until Johanna could barely breathe.
“Please…” she whimpered.
“Tell me what you need.”
“I don’t know,” she cried softly. “I just—I need more.”
Blaze groaned like that answer wrecked him.
His mouth crushed hers again while his hand slid lower.
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.
