Free Blaze by Susan Johnson Page A

felt the soft brush of his breath just as his mouth closed wet and hungry on the cresting tip. The sensation streaking through her body was so excruciatingly violent her knees went weak, and if Hazard hadn't supported her, she would have fallen. Spontaneously relinquishing a multitude of genteel strictures drilled into her since childhood, flooded with thrilling new sensations ignited by Hazard's expert, coaxing touch, his relentless mouth and the unbelievable feel of him, Blaze's hands came up, slid into the overlong black hair, and pressed the tantalizing mouth closer. Hazard's mouth and nose and chin pressed into the ripe abundance of her breast, and fires burned in her blood; her pulse was racing into oblivion and she was tingling in hot waves of strange, exquisite longing deep inside.
     
    With customary facility, Hazard was quickly past the point of prudence and, reading the signs expertly, lifted Blaze into his arms. He glanced around quickly, then down at her halfnaked body in his arms, and he knew he couldn't take her far. A rapid decision made, he walked down the steps and across the short stretch of lawn to the summer kitchen. The door was locked but he set his back to it, still holding her in his arms, and threw his weight against the molded pine. The flimsy lock gave way and they were inside. Heeling the door shut, he stood unmov-ing briefly until his eyes could distinguish shapes in the darkness. While he waited, his mouth toyed with hers, self-assured, confident, possessive. He sucked at her tongue until she whimpered a soft, breathy sound of capitulation, and finally, because he couldn't wait much longer, he cautiously moved toward the outline of a table.
     
    He knocked over a chair getting to it, but kicked it out of the way and then moved the last few steps to the table. The fall of his splendid black hair brushed her cheek as he gently lowered Blaze onto the wooden surface and, bending low, brushed her lips with his. She clung to his face with warm hands when he tried to rise, so he kissed the graceful line of her mouth again, moving over a short moment later to trace the delicate border of her jaw and then languid his mouth slipped downward to the taut nipples achingly beckoning like extravagant wild rosebuds.
     
    She cried softly when he touched her there, moaned little sounds of pleasure while his tongue caressed, held him fiercely to her as if she couldn't get enough of the soft savagery of his mouth and teeth teasing her nipples into begging peaks. Whenever he raised his head, she pushed it back. "Stay, please… stay," she whispered shakily, feeling the beat of her heart pulsing in strange new places, skittering in brushfire pathways from the tips of her breasts to the throbbing fire between her thighs.
     
    But he couldn't wait forever; he wanted more than caresses. Unlocking the insistent hands, he held them aside and raised his head to taste her parted lips; with his tongue he plundered, ravaged, hungrily demanded. And left her trembling.
     
    Swiftly his hand slid under the yards of silk and petticoats, glided up the velvet warmth of leg and thigh, and then—
     
    Distinctly, a loud male voice shouted from quite near, "Blaze! Blaze! Where are you?"
     
    She froze.
     
    In the next heartbeat, she seemed to come to her senses. Sitting upright, covering her breasts with trem-bling hands, she whispered, "No!" in a small desperate voice.
     
    "Yes," Hazard rebuffed, profoundly single-minded at the moment, reaching to recapture the soft silkiness of her bare shoulders, quite certain no one would invade the deserted summer kitchen. His mouth moved to regain hers. "Things you enjoy aren't bad for you, bia," he murmured against her lips, using the Absarokee endearment women found so reassuring. "You yellow eyes have it all wrong."
     
    "No," she softly cried again, struggling to free herself, pushing him away with surprisingly strong hands. And before Hazard could decide whether she meant it or not, she