Page 120 of Attached At Heart
“Lane?”
I smiled to myself, pleased that I’d been right.
“Hi,” I said, looking up to find my husband a few paces from me, his brow furrowed and hair slightly mussed from a long day at work.
“What are you doing here?” His eyes swept over me, looking for something wrong. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine,” I assured him. “Can’t I come see where my husband works?” I stood and made my way over to his side. Around us, the hospital’s soft symphony kept playing—beeping machines and murmured conversations and ringing phones. But Blake broke the setting’s mold, giving me a grin as I approached him. It wasn’t Dr. London’s usual look. It was mygrin.Mysmile.
“Of course you can,” he said. “But you should have told me you were coming.”
I shrugged. “It was kind of an impromptu thing. I had something I wanted to tell you and thought it would be a good time to check out your new digs.”
“Yeah?” His grin was cheeky now. I could tell he couldn’t decide between asking what I wanted to tell him and asking what I thought about the facility. But he settled on, “And what does my wife want to tell me that couldn’t wait?”
“It’s about the puzzle.”
I reached into the canvas tote I brought with me and pulled out the puzzle from Blake.
His smile faltered, his expression wiping blank. He was steeling himself, and that made my stomach drop.
“I love it,” I rushed to say, wanting him to know that above everything else. I loved his thoughtfulness, and I cherished his friendship more than anything.
“I’m so glad,” he said carefully.
I nodded before adding, “But I just don’t think…” Blake tensed. “I didn’t do it. The puzzle. Not today.”
Blake cocked his head to the side. “No?”
“No,” I confirmed. “I think all the pieces sort of fell into place last night.”
Literally. We slid together, wefittogether like we were…like it was all the confirmation I really needed.
“Last night,” Blake repeated, taking a step closer.
“Yeah.” I wet my lips, realizing how dry they felt. “It told me everything I needed to know, Blake. I didn’t need to do the puzzle today. You’re not out of my system, and I like kissing you, too. Wouldn’t mind if we kept doing it, either.”
Blake took another step. “Just kisses, Lane? Or do you wantmoreof last night?”
“More of last night,” I said, struggling to breathe because Blake was consuming me now, and his proximity made me think of the things we did the last time he was this close.
“We can do that,” he husked. “On one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“Remember when I said you could see anyone you want when we’re married?”
I nodded slowly.
He dropped his voice to a pitch that I wasn’t sure I’d truly heard before. “If we’re going to continue this, I’m taking that the fuck back.”
I couldn’t help a grin from creeping onto my face. “That’s fine. You’ve made it pretty clear you don’t share, Blake.”
He leaned down, his lips finding my ear as he spoke at a gritty volume only I could hear. “No, I don’t. Not when it’s my ring on your finger and my cock in your pussy, baby.”
My lips parted as I felt a flush work up my neck from his words, and when Blake pulled away, a smirk painted his lips.
But a second later, it fell, along with his gaze.
