Your Fierce Love (The Bennett Family #7)(81)
"My nipples are too sensitive," I whisper, hating to break his stride, but they've been unbearably sensitive for days now. The friction with any kind of fabric is excruciating.
Blake nods, kissing along the top of my breasts, then the underside. I roll my hips against him, and the tip of his erection touches right next to my navel. The hot point of contact sends a wave of shudders through me.
With a wicked smile, he moves, rubbing his erection along the length of my opening. I part my legs wider, needing him, but he doesn't slide in, though I'm ready for him. Any readier than I already am and I will break out of my skin. I'm hot and bothered, and I need him inside me.
He pushes just the tip inside before pulling back out, gripping himself at the base, and circling my clit with the crown.
"Blake. Oh God. Oh God. I will-"
Words fail me as he circles around my clit again and again, working me into a frenzy until every cell in my body strums with energy, every nerve is connected to my center. I cry out his name when the first spasm rocks through me. And then he slides inside me, every inch of him, while I'm coming so hard I'm afraid I will pass out. My inner muscles clamp around him, and the sensation of being so full of him while I'm still riding my orgasm sends my vision into a tailspin.
When I come to myself, his arms cage me in at my sides.
"You feel amazing, Clara." He's shuddering lightly, as if he's barely hanging on to his control. "This moment here is everything, and I want to make you some promises while we're connected like this."
Oh, this wonderful, charming man. He'll never cease to surprise me. If I loved him any more, my heart might burst. I fight to calm my racing pulse because the rush of blood and adrenaline causes my ears to buzz, and I don't want to miss one word of what Blake has to say. But the more I fight, the more frantic my pulse becomes, the louder the buzz in my ears. I swallow hard twice, and there is a tiny pop in my ears. Then Blake's voice reaches me.
"I promise to take care of you, and love you. I promise to be the man you need and deserve, every day. I want you to have the best of everything, Clara, and I want to be the one to give you all that. I'll be a happy man to spend my life fulfilling every single wish you have, raising a family. It'll be my honor to grow old next to you. I love you."
I've never heard anything more romantic, and my eyes are stinging.
I swallow yet again, preparing to make some promises of my own. Oh, I have so many things to say to him. Though I've always been a chatterbox, when it comes to matters of the heart, I've always tried to employ a filter, but not anymore. There is not one part of myself I haven't given Blake already.
"I love you, Blake, and I promise to make your life better, in the small things and the big things. I love you more than I can say, and I'll show you. Every day."
He touches my nose in a sweet Eskimo kiss and moves inside me.
"Hey," I admonish. "I'm not done."
"We have all the time for words later. Now I want to make love to my future wife."
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Clara
"That was hands down the best proposal," Pippa exclaims.
"An empty box?" Summer taps her manicured nails on her cocktail glass, as if assessing the merits of the tactic.
"Creative." Alice nods, fighting a yawn. She and Nate flew in yesterday from London, and she's still fighting jet lag.
"Oi, stop comparing how amazing your men are. We single ladies here are starting to get jealous," Caroline says. Penny and Summer clink their glasses with her. "Hear, hear."
Ah, this is one hell of a bachelorette party. All the Bennett women, whether by birth or marriage, are here, plus Caroline, Penny, and Kate-who flew in yesterday too. We started with a lazy spa day, which was lazier for the girls, because I received the head-to-toe bridal treatment, complete with foot massage and pedicure.
Right now, we're in a lounge bar in the Marina district, sitting on a round, comfy couch. Behind us, the glass wall of the establishment offers a clear view of the city lights blinking in the night, the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance.
I'm listening intently to the girls' chatter when Beanie kicks me hard. Whoa. Hand on my huge belly, I gently rub where I felt the kick. Since neither Blake nor I wanted a quick, shotgun wedding, we took our time, and now at seven months, I look like I'm going to have a baby elephant. Nope, no twins here, though I am asked that question about twice a week. I just eat a lot and Beanie is huge. Soon, Bean Bag will be more appropriate. We're having a boy, and choosing a name is still an ongoing fight. At this rate, Beanie might go on his birth certificate.