Your Fierce Love (The Bennett Family 7)

Out of the corner of my eye, I see that Blake is watching me intensely. Being the object of his attention is messing with my senses.

“I missed you, Clara.”

He tucks me into his side, kissing my temple, and my heart swells knowing he shares my feelings. Hearing him say it first makes it easier to open up, my fears of coming across as clingy subsiding somewhat.

“I missed you too. So much!”

He wraps both arms around me, and we stay like that for several moments. Part of me had wondered if I’d built him up in my mind, but no. Being in his arms makes me feel wanted and safe, desired and respected. How can he do all this at the same time? More worryingly, how am I supposed to be without him once this runs its course? Don’t be silly, Clara. I’ve been without a man for thirty years. But that was before Blake and all his deliciousness.

He’s not helping my case by doing nice things for me. Doesn’t he know that’s my kryptonite? Obviously not, so I have to inform him. Silly man. He can’t keep doing nice things for me, taking care of me, and not expect me to fall for him.

“You can’t keep doing nice things for me, Blake. Why do you do it?”

He simply kisses the top of my head, hugging me tighter. “Because you’re not used to it, and you should be. So I’m going to keep doing it.”

“But—”

“It’s not up for negotiation.”

Ah, this damn man. He smiles, right before he kisses me hard. I find myself smiling back against his lips. Does he have any idea how blissfully happy he makes me? I want to do the same for him. But what can I give a man who already has everything?

Taking my hand, he leads me back inside. Raising my hand to his lips, he kisses the back of it. I breathe in sharply, the contact zinging through me. Next thing I know, he closes the distance between us, hooking an arm around my waist, tracing the contour of my jaw with his other hand. He pushes me farther inside the apartment, kissing up my neck, my cheeks, my temple. Finally, he kisses my lips.

***

Blake

I’ve missed her skin, the scent, the warmth, all the things that make her Clara. Now that I have her back, I want to get my fill of her. When she laces her arms around my neck, I deepen the kiss, pressing myself against her. I’m hard, and if I’m not going to do something about it, I won’t be able to get it together the entire evening.

“Shouldn’t we go?” she whispers, but the corners of her mouth are up in a smile. She wants this as much as I do. I back her against the nearest wall.

“We should, but we won’t. Not yet. I need to be inside you first, or I’ll go crazy.”

Her only response is tucking herself closer to me. I feel her hardened nipples against my chest, and nearly drive into her. But no, I need to get her ready first.

Looking her straight in the eyes, I bunch up her dress, until the fabric ends and I feel the skin of her thighs. I trail my fingers up, and then—fuck me. She isn’t wearing panties. I press my fingers against her opening and she drops her head back, moaning.

“You’re not wearing underwear.”

“I was going to put them on last.”

She’s wet, but I’ll be fast and rough, so I need her drenched. Pressing the heel of my palm against her clit, I trail my fingers up and down each fold, coating myself in her wetness, coaxing a whimper out of her, then a moan. When I slide a finger inside her, she fists my shirt, closing her eyes. When I slide in the second one, she buries her face in my chest.

“Blake, fuck!”

My control nearly snaps. My pants feel like they’re about to burst, that’s how hard I am.

After inhaling deeply a few times, I wrap my other hand in her hair, keeping her forehead pressed against me while I drive my fingers in and out of her, the heel of my palm applying more and more pressure. She thrashes and whimpers, but I don’t leave room for her to pull away. When I feel the first spasms around my fingers, I pull them out.

“No!” Her cry of protest is the sweetest thing. “Why did you…? I was about to...?”

She looks straight up at me, her eyes narrowed in accusation, her intent clear: if I don’t give her an acceptable answer, I’ll pay for it. I adore her fiery nature.

“You will climax, but only when I’m inside you. It will be more intense that way. I promise.”

She tilts her head, as if considering this. “If you’re not going to be inside me this very second, you’ll be sorry.”

I move my hand from the side of her head to her cheek, resting my thumb at the corner of her mouth.