Your Fierce Love (The Bennett Family 7)

“Nah, you’re tired.”

“But I won’t be able to sleep right now. I’m too wired.” Being held in those strong arms of his while he tells me he wants me in his life will do that to me.

“Take a hot bath and relax.”

I might have done that, if not for two things. One, I’m not ready yet to say good night. And two, his voice is commanding again. I forgot how much I like that.

“I told you before you’re not the boss of me, Blake.”

“You keep saying that. I’ll have to prove the opposite.”

Well, he’s a terrible people reader if he can’t tell this is exactly what I’m aiming for. I might have to spell it out for him, but then he might use it to his advantage, and who knows where that might get us?

“Go upstairs.”

“Or what, will you boss me around some more?”

“You bet.”

“What if I don’t want to go upstairs?”

Blake leans in to me, brushing his lips on my forehead, then down my temple. He stops when his mouth is inches away from mine. “Then I’m going to throw you over my shoulder and carry you there.”

“You’re so hot when you’re bossy,” I admit. He frowns.

“You gave me shit for it at the ranch, and now.”

Yep, I’ll have to spell it out. “I was riling you up. Get with the program. By the way, can I make you jealous from time to time? Back at the ranch...you were so hot, all possessive.”

He lets out a strangled groan. “You’re killing me. Killing. And the answer is no unless you want me to kiss you right on the spot, staking my claim on you.”

I grin. “But that’s exactly what I’m going for.”

***

Blake

I cup her head, kissing her hard. Then I take her hand and lead her to the back with determined strides. There is a small office there, which I never use. I prefer to work surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the bar, often just sitting at one of the bar tables to work on my laptop. The office is too small and private for my taste, but now I appreciate its existence very much.

Once inside, I lift Clara up, propping her ass on the small wooden desk, which makes a dubious sound like it might give in.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur. She’s wearing jeans and a blue, strapless tank, but she could be wearing anything and she’d still be stunning. Her expression lights up, the corners of her mouth lifting in a smile. I’d do anything to put that smile on her face every day. And I will. I don’t know where this urge comes from, but it feels right. She rocks back and forth a few inches, and something in her expression changes.

“Blake, not here...” She blushes, which immediately clues me in to her meaning. Obviously, I need to clarify a few things.

“Make no mistake, I will make love to you on every surface—including this desk. But the first time, it’ll be on a bed. You’ll need to be comfortable, and I’ll need it to be solid—because, babe, it’ll take a lot for me to get my fill of you. Right now I just want to kiss you...make you come once. I need to hear you cry out.”

She licks her lips but has no comeback, which is a first. Instead, she parts her thighs in a silent invitation, exhaling sharply. Her eyes widen as if her own body’s reaction to me surprises her.

I kiss her hard, pulling her right to the edge of the desk. She shifts even closer, parting her thighs wider. I love the way she opens up to me like she’s inviting me to take all she has to give. She wraps her arms around my neck, sighing into my mouth. It’s the sweetest sound, and I’m overcome by the need to lure sounds of pleasure out of her. She fists my hair, growing more desperate.

“Blake, won’t anyone—”

“No, I locked the front door. Trust me.”

She relaxes against me, trusting me. I won’t give her any reason to regret that. Ever. I want to taste and touch every inch of this woman, but that will have to wait until she’s in a more comfortable place. This—tonight, is all about her. Still, I’m a red-blooded man, and I haven’t had the pleasure of worshiping her breasts. That will change tonight. I push her tank top down and Christ, she’s a sight.

Red cheeks with slightly puffed-up lips, her tank top cinched around her waist. The bra is the half-cup type, pushing her breasts up. She looks so sexy, I’m tempted to leave it on. But the need to taste her is greater, so off the bra goes. She’s gorgeous. I kiss down her neck, to her chest. She leans back slightly, giving me better access. Her nipples are already puckered and I haven’t even touched them. I’m going to remedy that right away. I palm one and take the peak of the other in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. Clara moans loudly, arching forward into me.