Page 140 of Attached At Heart
So I did.
I danced for him like this boxing ring was my stage, and he watched, enraptured by a truly sub-par show. My movements weren’t fluid, and my limbs weren’t capable of half of what they used to be, but it didn’t matter. I felt connected in a way I never had before. I felt every beat of Blake’s gaze. It radiated through me, causing my skin to flush and my nipples to harden against the lining of my bra.
When I paused with my leg raised and smiled at Blake, he rasped, “What is that called?”
“This is just a leg extension.”
“One day, I’m going to fuck you in that position, Mrs. London. I don’t think all that flexibility should go to waste.”
“One day?” I questioned.
He shook his head. “I’m enjoying the show too much right now to interrupt it.”
I lowered my leg and raised my hands above my head instead, letting my fingers trail my arms as they raised in a sensual, slow exploration. “I thought you wanted me, Mr. London.”
“Oh, I do,” Blake said, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he surveyed me. “I want to worship you from head to toe, Delaney. Appreciate every fucking inch of you. Right now, I’m doing it with my eyes. Soon, I’m going to do it with my hands. And then my mouth. And finally…”
He leaned back in the chair, leisurely throwing one arm back onto the ropes while he used his other hand to stroke his cock through his shorts.
My breath caught in my throat.
“You like that plan, don’t you?” he asked, his lips cocking to one side.
“I’m a little impatient for the last part, if I’m honest.” My attention remained fixed on his hand as it moved up and downhis length. My mouth watered. “Maybe you should give me a sneak peek.”
Blake’s mouth transformed into a wicked grin as he yanked the waistband of his shorts down to let his cock spring out.
“This what you want, Lane?”
I bit my lip, transfixed by how he stroked himself. My arms fell limply back to my sides. “It’s a good start.”
Suddenly, things were moving too slowly for me.
“Delaney…” Blake stood, and my stomach flipped as he closed the distance between us, kicking his shorts to the ground and off to the side. “How long have I wanted you?”
“For a long time.” My voice shook as I heard myself say that truth aloud.For a long time.Blake had wanted me for a long time. My head spun at the notion, but at the same time, it was socomforting.
When Blake got within reach, he rested his hands on my hips, his touch branding me. Hot. I was so hot.
“Be more specific.”
His fingers found my hip bones, his thumb rubbing in tantalizing circles. I arched forward, wanting more of his touch, wanting to feel him. His other hand reached around my back, expertly undoing my bra. It loosened around my body, the straps sliding down my arms. My nipples brushed against his chest, and he moaned. I gasped.
“Since the day we met,” I breathed, still dazed by those words.
I let my bra fall to the floor, forgotten.
“That’s right.” His hands wandered up my sides and then flattened on my abdomen, smoothing over my skin until he had my breasts in his palms, squeezing gently. I melted into him, and he stepped forward like he’d known I would need more of his support, like he’d known his touch would turn me into a puddle.“I’ve been a patient man, waiting for this day. It’s your turn now, sweetheart.”
Abruptly, he reached down and ripped the sides of my underwear in two pieces. Then, he dragged the fabric from my body, throwing the discarded material behind him. We’d littered the boxing ring with our clothes and stood naked in each other’s arms. And God, I shook from how much I wanted him.
Somuch that relief flooded me when Blake tilted his hips and the tip of his cock nudged between my legs. Instinctively, I parted my thighs, and he wedged between them, sliding his cock against the outer lips of my pussy. I widened my stance further, and Blake pressed upward, making sure his length dragged over my clit, just like he had on the plane. My jaw dropped, my hips flexed, and I braced my hand on his chest before dragging it down, lower and lower. His muscles rippled beneath my fingers, and I wanted more of that, more of him.
“My turn to touch you?” I asked breathlessly.
But he shook his head. “To be patient.”
“But Blake…” I tipped my head back as my body responded, fluttering to life with the feel of him as he gave a tiny thrust. “Oh myGod.”
