Your Fierce Love (The Bennett Family)(24)

I realize I pushed the pillow away at some point and am now pressing my  forehead against the mattress, fisting the bedsheet. I've never been on  display like this. The sheer intimacy of this is too much. I'm going to  implode if he doesn't fill me soon. The need, the ache for him is  unbearable.

"Blake, please."

"I need to get you wet and ready, Clara."

The ache intensifies upon hearing his voice. It's in a lower octave than usual, husky and primal.

"I am ready! Please. I need you inside me."

I'm relieved when the mattress shifts.

"Condom," he says on a groan, in a tone that clearly indicates he forgot to bring any.

I have a small pack-housewarming gift from Penny. I reach for the  nightstand, opening the drawer and retrieving the package, which I then  hand to him.

I tremble with anticipation while I hear him rip it open, then the softer sound indicating he's rolling on the condom.

Then he lounges over me, propping his knees on the outside of my thighs,  pressing my legs together. The tip of his erection is pressing up and  down my entrance, and if I thought the ache was unbearable before, it's  killing me now. If I could part my legs, he'd slide right into me, but I  can't because his granite thighs are pressing mine together. He has the  control. It's delicious and terrifying at the same time.

When he finally pushes just the tip inside me, I hold my breath. Then he  slides in, inch by inch, and I let out a loud, guttural moan. He feels  amazing inside me. Amazing and huge, and he isn't even all in.

"Oh God!" Blake stills, breathing against the back of my neck. And then he pushes all the way in, and all my muscles contract.

"You're so snug and warm. You feel amazing, Clara."                       
       
           


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My heart soars. I want this to be as out-of-this-world good for him as  it is for me. He slides in and out, with measured strokes. Every time he  pulls back, I feel a sense of loss, but he quickly pushes back in,  filling me again. I close my eyes, overcome by sensation. Blake  intertwines one hand with mine and slides the other one between me and  the mattress, finding my tender spot. A sound between a moan and a  whimper escapes my lips as tremors take over my entire body. I succumb  to all the sinful sensations as our frantic breaths and cries fill the  room. Blake moves furiously now, pinning me against the mattress, and  I'm soaking in all his passion and desire.

I come hard, riding the wave of my orgasm right until he joins me too.

Afterward, he stays on top of me for a long while, and as our breaths  regain a regular rhythm, I can't help thinking that this didn't feel  like just sex, or fun.

It felt like everything.





CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Clara

"I need to shower," I say after a while. We're still entangled in each other's arms.

"So do I. How about we do it together?" He wiggles his eyebrows, and I can't help a grin.

"You're shameless."

"You have a dirty mind, Clara."

"So you weren't thinking about doing wicked things to me in the shower?" I pout.

"Nah, or you'll be sore tomorrow. I'm just going to help you clean up."

"Fine, let's go clean up, Bennett."

We walk to the shower holding hands, and for some reason this feels  incredibly intimate. Blake starts the water, testing the temperature by  bringing his hand in front of the spray every few seconds, only letting  me in when it's warm enough. I love this protective side of him.

He reaches for my shower gel and sniffs through the open lid. I giggle when he recoils. "Right, no shower gel for me."

"But you always say you like how I smell."

"Yeah, I like it on you."

I know it smells too girly, peach and honey. When I hold out my palm for Blake to pour in it, he shakes his head.

"I'm cleaning you."

"I thought you were just going to help me out in a few spots."

"You need my help everywhere," he says seriously.

"You decided that for me, huh?"

"Yeah. Anything against it?"

"Not at all." I lean back against the cold tiles. "I'm all yours."

Blake's eyes flash as he pours shower gel in his hands, rubs his palms  together to warm it up, then gets to work. I have to give it to him;  he's perfectly composed as he slides his hands all over my body. He  seems to particularly favor my breasts and slit, the bastard. I'm so  turned on I want to climb him on the spot.

I barely register when he turns me around, soaping my back too. All of  my back, including the scars. I tighten up a bit, then relax again. It's  okay; this is Blake. I trust him, and I love his touch. After the warm  spray washes away the soap, he turns the water off and hugs me from  behind, wrapping his arms around me, resting his mouth in the nook of my  neck. It feels good, and innocent... right up until I press my ass into  him and feel his rock-hard erection.

"Just ignore it," Blake says.

"But I don't want to. I want to kiss it, lick it. In general thank it  for the fabulous job it's done." I turn around, looking up at him. "Just  putting it out there, but I won't go to sleep tonight. I have to get up  in three hours anyway. Now, I have a few ideas about how we could fill  those hours...."

"Are you trying to corrupt me?"

"Is it working?"

"I don't want you to be sore tomorrow."

"Clearly I need to sharpen my temptation skills."

"You're killing me, Clara. Let's get out of this shower and put some clothes on."

"Then what?"

"Then I'm going to take care of you."

I did not expect this comeback. He takes my hand again as he leads us  back to the room. I slip into a robe, and Blake puts on his boxers. He  looks like an underwear model, with his six-pack and wet hair. I can  imagine what an uproar he's causing every time he goes to the beach.  Women are probably vying for him. A pang of jealousy shoots through me,  making my heart squeeze. I'm being silly, and I'm determined not to  waste any second worrying. I have much better things to do until I  leave. I want to get my fill of all things Blake: his smile, his touch,  his humor. I'm going to miss him, and that's ridiculous, because I will  only be gone for five days.

"I need to pack."

"Hell, and I thought I did last-minute packing."                       
       
           


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"Not my fault. I was going to do that before going to bed, but then  someone bulldozed over my plans." I elbow him, pointing to the suitcase  resting on top of the dresser. "Can you get that for me?"

"Sure."

I lean against the wall, tightening my robe. Blake walks to the dresser,  and he's so tall that he can easily reach the suitcase by extending one  arm. The expanse of his back is ripped and as I look closely, I notice a  few scratches on his shoulder blades, four on each one. I don't  remember doing that. Just as I don't remember biting him, but there's a  definite mark on his bicep as he flexes it to retrieve the suitcase.  Heavens, what a sight this is. I should store more of my belongings at  that level, ask him to reach for them. The movement makes good use of  quite a few muscle groups. It's a good workout for him, and a delectable  sight for my eyes.

Totally a win-win situation.

He lowers the suitcase and catches me gazing at him.

"See anything you like?"

Eh, what's a girl to do when she's caught spying? Deny or come forward. I  decide on the latter, and if I'm going to own up to it, I'm going to be  thorough about it.

"Make that everything. You're handy to keep around. You can assemble  furniture and are tall enough to remove objects without needing an extra  chair."

"That list is far from exhaustive."

"Forgot to mention your mad orgasm skills."

"That's my Clara," he declares with a grin, and my heart soars.

Winking, he lifts the suitcase, placing it at the foot of the bed. I  unhitch myself from the wall, walking to the dresser. Opening the  drawers, I intend to inspect the contents so I can decide what to take  with me, but I don't have a chance. Blake hooks an arm around my waist,  sweeps my hair to one side, and places tiny kisses on my neck.

"You're the one corrupting me now."

"And you're enjoying it."

"I'm never going to be ready on time like this."

"Maybe that's my plan, so I can keep you here with me."

His tone is playful and raw in equal measures. I wonder if I picked up  on the rawness because he's more open, or if because of everything we  experienced tonight, I feel closer to him. He spins me around until I  face him.

He drags his knuckles down my cheek, resting his hand on my neck, splaying his fingers wide.

"You're not just a distraction to me. I want you to know that."