Your Fierce Love (The Bennett Family 7)

“Not when I want something as badly as I want you.”

Dong, dong, dong. Yep, that was the sound of my defenses crumbling to the floor. At least for now.

He kisses my forehead, then disappears into his room.

***

I hop into my own shower, washing off the sweat and heat. Unfortunately, by the time I step out, I’ve almost convinced myself that this is silly, wild, and crazy, and I don’t do any of that. The key word being almost. Which is why after I dressed in my clothes for the party—a pink peasant blouse and a tight black skirt—I find myself in front of the connecting door, my hand on the key. Drawing in a sharp breath, I turn the key, unlocking the door. A sudden movement on the other side tells me that Blake was hovering in front of it.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Clara

When he steps inside the room, I take a moment to admire him. He’s wearing jeans and a tank. And he’s barefoot. He’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Wordlessly, he interlaces his fingers with mine, kissing the back of my hand. My skin tingles at the soft brush, and my breath catches when Blake’s gaze traps mine, holding it captive. So much heat and desire are in his eyes it’s turning my knees weak. For a split second, I wonder what it would feel like to have his lips on other parts of my body if he’s having this effect on me when he’s only touching the back of my hand. I have a hunch I might not be able to take it. My body tightens at the thought.

Letting go of my hand, he leans in, and his mouth feels like liquid fire against mine. He isn’t asking for permission. He’s taking, and I love every second of it. Blake is relentless. We break apart for just the briefest of moments. I take a deep breath just as he runs the tip of his tongue on my lower lip, then the upper one. I swear my mouth is wired to my center because this feels as if Blake licked me there. A deep ache takes hold of me, and I press my thighs together instinctively.

“Fuck, it’s turning you on, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” My voice is low and breathy. Tipping my head up, he seals his mouth over mine again, driving me crazy. I reach out for him, grateful that he’s only wearing a tank. It leaves so much skin uncovered, ready to be touched and explored. I run my fingers up and down his arms, feeling the hard muscles, the veins on the inside of his forearms. I feel like he’s holding back, and I don’t want him to. I press my body against him. His skin is still hot from the shower, his hair damp as I run my fingers through it. Blake trails his mouth down my jaw, to the column of my neck, and lower on my collarbone.

“I want to make you come, Clara,” he whispers against my skin. “Around my fingers, on my tongue.”

I tug at his hair, heat pooling low in my body. “Blake.”

“I want to taste your pussy. I want my mouth on you when you climax.”

Oh my God. His words turn me on like nothing else. If he keeps talking like that, I will climb him right away.

“Say yes, Clara.”

“Yes.”

Blake smiles a sinfully wicked smile with a delicious twinkle in his eyes.

“I have to tell you though, I’ve never—” I take a deep breath— “I only have an orgasm when...I’m by myself.” I shift uncomfortably, looking anywhere but at him. I figure it’s better that he knows from the start because he seems very keen on the coming part. Blake slides two fingers under my chin, tilting my head up until he’s looking straight at me. His gaze is, if possible, even hungrier.

“I will change that.”

I shudder at the determination and promise in his voice. I open my mouth to argue, but he slams his lips over mine, his hands working the button of my skirt. Then he changes his mind and simply pulls the skirt up to my waist, which is even better because I’m not ready to be naked in front of him yet. He leads me backward through the room, and when my legs touch the wooden panel of the bed, I sit on the mattress. Blake lets out a deep groan. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve heard. Manly...almost primal.

“You’re beautiful, Clara. I want to do so many things to you.”

“Do them. All of them. Please.”

“Lie back and open your legs for me.”

I do, feeling more exposed than ever, even though my panties are still on.

“Take your panties off.”

Licking my lips, I lift my butt slightly, pushing down the black cotton thong, feeling Blake’s gaze on me the en

tire time. Once the panties are out of the way, he lowers himself until I can only see his head between my thighs.

I inhale sharply as he places each thumb at the sides of my entrance, then slides them up and down my folds. I’m on fire, right until he blows a cold breath directly against my heated flesh. I shudder almost violently and my fingers dig into the mattress. Then he dips his tongue inside me exactly once, and I’m certain I’m going to break out of my skin.