Page 112 of Attached At Heart
I shook my head, realizing she was waiting on my answer. “That’s an impossible decision.”
Delaney’s lips curved. “Then I’ll just keep it o?—”
“No.”
As soon as she suggested it, my whole being vetoed the idea of her keeping any bit of clothing on.
I needed to see her. I’d never forgive myself if this was my one opportunity to see Delaney stripped naked and I’d let it go.
“Take it off,” I grunted.
I studied the curve of Delaney’s lips as she said, “Okay, Blake.” So soft, so gentle, but so fucking seductive when combined with the way she looked down at me, lifting the hem of the shirt an inch at a time. Her long, blonde hair framed her face, still damp from her shower. I’d never in my life seen anything sexier, and when the shirt lifted higher, I swore I felt my heart palpitate. The curves of her breasts were exposed little by little, sending me into orbit with anticipation.
“Delaney.” I dug my fingers into her hips, desperate. “I can’t do this.”
“What?”
She stilled, and I took advantage of her momentary confusion, stealing the shirt from her hands and ripping it up and over her head. I threw it to the ground.
Delaney blinked at me, and then her lips parted into a slow smile.
“Someone’s impatient.”
“You have no fucking idea, Lane. I—” I stopped my words, gritting my teeth. I’d confessed far too many things recently. I didn’t need her to know the extent of how long I’d been wanting this—wantingher.
And now she was sitting here, straddling my lap, naked.
It didn’t feel like my heart was pumping enough blood to keep my body alive, and my breaths started coming in short spurts. I knew, in the back of my head, that I was experiencing symptoms of some kind of cardiac catastrophe, but I couldn’t get myself to give a shit. I’d die a happy fucking man after seeing Delaney like this.
My hands started drifting up her sides, uncontrolled, needing, wanting.
“Can I touch you?” I breathed.
Needed to touch her.
Needed to taste her.
My brain felt like it was short-circuiting, and I wondered if I was having a neurological malfunction, too. My thoughts were incoherent, a jumbling mess that consisted only of experiencing more of this woman in the way I’d always dreamed of.
Fuck, that wasn’t even true.
I’d never dared to dream that this would happen.
So pretty. So perfect. So pink, her nipples were so pink. And hard, begging to be pinched.
“Please,” she whispered, and my hands were all over her, palms cupping her breasts, thumbs drifting over her nipples. Her body molded to my touch like an artist had sculpted us with each other in mind. Meant to be. I knew I shouldn’t get ahead of myself, but fuck if it didn’t feel like this was meant to be.
“Lane…” Finding the words I needed was so hard. “Dear God, Lane, let me taste you.”
There, yes, that was what I wanted.
“Take your shorts off, and I’ll consider it.”
Christ, Delaney.
The way she was so confident about this, about what was happening, gave me hope. And drove me fucking wild, too.
I’d never stripped down so quickly. Delaney helped, shucking my shorts off as fast as she could, and as soon as they were tossed to the ground with my underwear, I was leaning forward, my lips finding her. First her shoulder, then her collarbone, and eventually, the swell of her breasts. Delaney arched forward, begging for more, urging my mouth to finally wrap around her nipple, sucking and licking, andshit, the sounds she was making caused my dick to stiffen that much more. It was painful and glorious all at once.
