Your Fierce Love (The Bennett Family #7)(53)

"Oh, Blake." She draws in a sharp breath, and I feel the goose bumps forming on her legs, her ass, which I'm cupping with both hands.

"One day, I want to be inside you without anything between us."

She inhales sharply. "I've ne-never done that."

"Then I'll be the first. When you're ready."

She shudders in my arms, nodding. I feel that primal instinct surge again at the thought that I'll give her that for the first time. I want to own her pleasure, her body, be the only one with the right to worship her. The only one. I want to earn this woman's trust, be worthy of her.

But for now, I secure her between the wall and me as I reach into my pocket, retrieving a condom-yeah, I foresaw we'd need to get our fill of each other before leaving. I hand it to her quickly before placing my hand back under her ass.

"Roll it on."

I'm pressing my fingers into her ass cheeks, parting them slightly, then pushing them together. She rips the package with shaky fingers, and I love that I can do this to her, make her tremble in anticipation. When she finishes rolling, I don't wait one more second.

I sink inside her, and it's all sweet and warm heaven. I'll never get enough of this, of her. Her inner walls are snug around me, and I'm losing my mind. She's gazing up at me, not just with lust, but also with adoration. That look is enough to bring me to my knees. What would it take for Clara to always look at me like this? To be worthy of that look?

I become faster, rougher, keeping my eyes trained on her the entire time, drinking in her pleasure and looking for signs that this is too wild for her. It is not. She takes it all, succumbs to it.

"Touch yourself," I command. She slips her hand between us, and it's a sight I want imprinted on my retinas. But at the same time, she grows a little stiff. My hunch is that she isn't used to touching herself if she's not alone.

"Relax. Enjoy this. You're so beautiful touching yourself, Clara."

I feel her relax in my arms, even as her inner muscles tighten around me. I drive inside her faster and faster, prepared to rock both our worlds. She's so tight against me, clenching again and again, that she can't possibly last much longer. I move from my heels to my toes and then back, needing to pace myself, to stave off my orgasm just a little longer, so she'll finish first.

When she cries out, rocking her hips into me desperately, I keep her close, pressed against me, climaxing too. This feels so impossibly good.

Even after we both ride out our orgasms, I'm not ready to let go of her. I'm beginning to think I never will want to. My fingers press against the skin of her sweet, round ass cheeks, and I rest my head in the crook of her neck, wanting to prolong this moment.

"Blake," she whispers softly. "We should-"

"Not yet. I want to be inside you just a little longer." I swallow, breathing her in, burying my nose in her skin. She must feel how much I need this-how much I need her, because she simply pulls me closer, keeping me in the circle of her arms. "Just a little longer, I promise."

I let her go after several minutes, and she rushes to the bathroom.

"My hair!" Clara exclaims. "I look like I've just-"

"Had a momentary slip of passion?"

"Is that what we're calling it?" she asks cheekily. I have the overwhelming need to stalk after her and kiss her long and good, but then we'd never make it out of the house, and I do have a lot planned for tonight. So, I wait for her to freshen up, only going in the bathroom after she comes out.



       
         
       
        

When I return to the living room, Clara is sitting on a chair, tying the straps of her shoes, looking dead sexy in them. She catches me looking at her.

"You like them?"

I take a moment to regain my composure, pushing away all the dirty thoughts, because if I voice them, she'd peg me for the pervert I am. She rises to her feet, strutting along the room, holding the hem of her dress up so I can see her shoes. The little vixen is testing my self-control. I close the distance, backing her against the wall-again. I have to stop doing that. Having her trapped between my arms, looking so sinfully sexy and ready to surrender, is messing with my mind. I hadn't realized just how starved I am for her, but I'll have to wait until we're back to get my fill of her.

"When we return, I'll keep you up in bed until morning. Until then, you're not allowed to tempt me. Do you understand?"

"You don't get it, do you? You're not the boss of me."

A sassy grin spreads on her beautiful face. Yeah... I'm a dead man.





CHAPTER TWENTY

Clara