Page 117 of Attached At Heart
And because we fit together—a perfect, two-piece puzzle.
One that made all the sense in the world.
Delaney pursed her lips. Her swollen, puffy, gorgeous lips. They momentarily distracted me until she spoke again.
“Yeah,” she agreed softly. “I think it’s more than that, though. I think there’s…something else, too.”
The world around me momentarily ceased to exist. Somewhere in the far distance, the sea stilled along the shore, and everything was silent. Everything but Delaney’s stilted breathing and the shuffling of linen as she pulled the covers over her body, snuggling into the bed as though she hadn’t just altered my existence.
“Glad you’re finally catching up,” I muttered, but Delaney’s eyes were already closed.
And I wasn’t sure if she heard me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
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ICOULDN’T REMEMBER THE last time I slept so soundly.
And I also couldn’t remember the last time I woke with such a profound ache between my legs.
An ache for Blake and an achefromBlake.
I winced when I turned over, looking for the man responsible. But I found Blake standing at the foot of the bed, a slight smirk skewed on his handsome face as though he knew why I was wincing, and he liked that it was because of him.
I liked it, too.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice deep and husky—toe-curling in how attractive it was. His brown eyes flicked from me to the belt he was adjusting around his waist, already wearing his black slacks and a crisp, white shirt. He moved slowly, like he knew I was watching him.
He reinforced that idea when he lifted a brow at me.
I cleared my throat before responding. “Good morning.”
It wasdefinitelya good morning.
Blake’s lips curved in a knowing grin as he slotted his belt into place. And I continued to watch, eating up every moment ofmy morning show. I certainly wouldn’t mind waking up to see this every day.
“I have to leave soon,” he said, sounding regretful. “I have a few early appointments scheduled this morning.”
“Okay, Dr. London.” I smiled as I stretched my arms over my head, luxuriating in the feel of his sheets against my bare skin. The covers shifted as I moved, slipping down my body and exposing my breasts. Blake’s gaze darkened, wandering over me, while the rest of his body stilled. He took an unsteady breath.
“Delaney.” He said my name like a warning. But then he walked to the side of the bed, leaned over it, and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart. You were the smart one between the two of us and took today off.”
I hadn’t really wanted to take an extra day, but I’d wanted even less to show up to my new position and not be on my A game. So I’d planned an extra day to recover from jet lag and our travels. Of course, I’d had no idea that I’d also need today to recover fromBlake.
I turned my head so our lips brushed and whispered, “But I was appreciating you.”
Blake dragged his lips across mine, a reverent sort of kiss before he swore beneath his breath and pulled away, walking with stiff movements back across the room.
“Lane, I—” He shook his head, struggling to figure out what to say. Instead, he focused on grabbing a tie, throwing it around his neck.
I just grinned, happy to sit back and observe. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I should be freaking out. Blake and I had slept together. We’d redrawn a line that was impossible to erase.
The minute we walked into that club in Amsterdam, I knew that something was changing, and it would never be the same between us again. And now, here we were. That should terrifyme, considering there was just so much on the line—on the very line we’d redrawn. But I’d never felt lighter.
“It’s only fair,” I reminded him. “That I should get to appreciate you, too.” My smile grew as Blake glanced over at me again, only to dart his gaze away like he could only handle tiny glimpses of me naked in his bed. “You know, I didn’t realize that getting married would come with so many perks. Maybe we should have done it a long time ago.”
“Perks, huh?” Blake’s lips quirked, and then something tensed in his jaw. “Is that what last night was?”
