20. Blair
CHAPTER 20
Blair
As I wait for Vance to arrive, I shower and change into a comfortable pair of jeans and loose-fitting t-shirt. When I left to go to the gym, he was on his way to confront my brother. The sound of his heavy boots echo through the hallway, followed by a creaking door.
“Hey,” he says, leaning against the doorframe. I wrap my arms around his waist and nuzzle into his chest. “How did it go?”
He brushes a strand of hair out of my face, his lips curving into a smile. “It went well.”
My heart races as Vance's fingers trails down my cheek. “I'm glad. I hated keeping this from Jace.”
Vance's arms tighten around me. “Me too. But now we don't have to hide anymore.”
His lips meet mine in a searing kiss. Desire pools in my belly. I press closer, feeling the hard planes of his body.
Vance groans. “Blair,” he murmurs against my lips. “There's something I need to ask you.”
He pulls back slightly and takes my hand, his thumb tracing circles on my skin. He guides me to the couch, sitting close.
“I love you. I've loved you for years. And I don't want to waste another day not being with you completely.”
Tears prick my eyes. I squeeze his hand. “I love you too. So much.”
“I remember the moment I fell in love with you. Do you remember the day my mother passed? I ran two miles to your house and you opened the door in the pouring rain, let me cry for an hour, and that night… it’s the night I knew no one would ever come close.”
Vance’s other hand slips into his pocket. My breath hitches as he pulls out a small velvet box.
“Blair Westmore,” he says, dropping to one knee, and opening the box to reveal a sparkling diamond ring. “Will you make me the happiest man alive and become Mrs. Blair Blackhawk?”
Joy explodes in my chest. “Yes!” I cry. “A thousand times yes!”
Vance’s face lights up. He slides the finger on my finger, then pulls me close. Our lips meet in a searing kiss. I melt into Vance's embrace, my heart soaring. The ring sparkles on my finger, catching the light. I can't stop staring at it. “It's beautiful,” I whisper.
“Not as beautiful as you,” Vance murmurs.
His lips find mine again, hungry and insistent. I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. Heat blooms between us. Vance's hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I gasp as he nips at my neck.
“I want you. Now.”
In one fluid motion, Vance scoops me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he attempts to carry me to the bedroom.
“No, I want you to take me up against the wall. We never have to worry about anyone else again. I’m yours, Vance. Now and Always.”
His eyes darken with desire. He presses me against the wall, his body pinning me in place. I shiver as his hands slid under my shirt.
His lips crash into mine. The kiss is all heat and urgency. I tug at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. Vance breaks away just long enough to pull it over his head.
My hands roam his muscled chest. I trace the lines of his tattoo - the one he got after his first deployment. Vance groans softly.
“You're killing me, Blair.”
I smirk. “Then do something about it.”
In a flash, my shirt joins his on the floor. Vance's calloused hands cup my breasts. I arch into his touch, a moan escaping my lips.
“You're so beautiful.”
He trails kisses down my neck, across my collarbone. My skin tingles everywhere his lips touch. I clutch at his shoulders, nails digging in.
Vance's fingers fumble with the button of my jeans. I wiggle my hips, helping him slide them off. His hand slips between my thighs.
“Already so wet for me,” he growls.
I whimper as his fingers find my most sensitive spots. Pleasure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter.
“Vance,” I gasp. “Please. I need you.”
His eyes burn with desire. He quickly sheds his remaining clothes. I wrap my legs around his waist as he positions himself. With one powerful thrust, he enters me. I cry out in pleasure, digging my nails into his back. Vance groans, burying his face in my neck.
“God, Blair," he pants. "You feel fucking amazing."
He starts to move, setting a steady rhythm. I run my hands over his muscled back, reveling in the feeling of him. “Faster,” I beg.
Vance obliges, picking up the pace. The coil of pleasure inside me winds tighter and tighter. I am so close.
“Look at me,” Vance commands.
I meet his intense gaze. In his eyes, I see love, desire, and a promise of forever. It is too much. With a cry of ecstasy, I tumble over the edge. Waves of pleasure crash over me. Vance follows soon after, groaning my name as he finds his release.
“I love you,” he murmurs. “Soon you’ll be Mrs. Blackhawk.”
I smile, heart full of joy. “I love you too, future husband.”