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 everyopportunity 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.
