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Married. We were married. And I’d never really get over that.
She leaned down, her body seeking mine, on a single mission to be closer together. And fuck, did I love that. Even while her brain was trying to comprehend what was happening, her body knew what it wanted. “But it’s…” she started but didn’t finish.
Fake.
It was fake.
We both knew it, but neither of us felt like saying it.
“I know,” I murmured against her lips. “I know. But still, Lane. It’s—”It’s real to me,I wanted to say. But I couldn’t, soI tipped my hips into hers, moaning when she writhed back against me. “Fuck, you just feel so goddamn good.”
“Yes.”
So good.
Sogoddamngood.
“For the record, I don’t like sharing you, either. Never have,” I clarified because I needed to say something that made her understand what she meant to me. I couldn’t fuck Delaney without her knowing that she was mine. She’d always been mine. Maybe she didn’t understand the full extent of that yet, but hopefully, one day, she would. And for now, I’d claim what I could. “Never will. In case that wasn’t clear enough last night when I was fucking this sweet mouth.”
“It was clear,” she said without hesitating. Without seeming bothered by it, too.
“Good.”
I kneaded her hips like a reminder.
Mine.
Delaney squirmed beneath my touch, rocking forward into it, seeking more.
And fuck did I want to give it to her.
“Blake, I want you,” she confessed breathily, and my heart flew into my throat.
Blake, I want you. Want you. Want. You.
It echoed through my bones as I used my grip on her hips to align us perfectly so she could feel how hard I was for her through my shorts. Then I thrust upward, giving her a taste. I wanted this, right now, right here. Just like she did.
Delaney gasped, her hands flattened on my heaving chest, her eyes rolling back and then seeking mine, waiting for me to say something. As if the position I’d just put us into wasn’t an explanation enough.
But I’d happily clarify it for her.
“Then put me out of my goddamn misery and take me,” I demanded.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
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“DO YOU WANT ME to keep the shirt on?”
Delaney’s fingers toyed with the hem of the U of M shirt, ready to take it off at my command.
I felt like I had the whole universe in my hands.
This was too much power, more than any man should have.
But if any man was going to have the ability to strip Delaney down with his words alone, better fucking believe it was going to me.
Still, that didn’t mean I knew how to answer the question. The possession that ripped through me when I saw her in my shirt was undeniable. But on the other hand, I was dying to see her bare, with nothing to cover the flush I planned on spreading across her entire body.
