Page 74 of Attached At Heart
“Right,” I breathed, unable to move. I knew I should disentangle myself from him. I knew I shouldn’t be feeling him this way. But at the same time, all I wanted to do was explore whatever was blooming inside me, caused by having Blake so close to me. So I remained immobile, stuck between what I should do and what I wanted to do, unable to do either. “It’s just…biology. Chemistry. Sciencey things.”
“Says the medical doctor.” His husky chuckle in my ear was not helping my situation.
“Shut up. I’m a cardiologist. Not a…” My eyes rolled back as Blake tried to adjust his position on the couch and ended up brushing his length directly between my legs.
“Sexologist?” Blake offered.
“Sure. That.” I released a shuddering breath. “I just know hearts.”
“Hearts, hm?” Blake said absently. His fingers were dancing on my back, and I was finding it hard to think. “And what’s my heart doing right now, Delaney?”
I closed my eyes, tuning in to the rhythm in his chest. “It’s beating…it’s beating fast.”
“Good.” He sounded genuinely relieved. “Wasn’t sure if I was still alive or not.”
I wiggled my hips, shamelessly wanting to feel him again. And oh, did I.Holy shit.How had I gone so many years without realizing that Blake was so…so…
“Delaney?” Blake prompted, like he knew I’d short-circuited inside. “Are you okay?”
A great question, honestly.
“I’m okay,” I squeaked out. “I was just going to say that I think you’re, uh, very alive.”
Blake laughed, and I felt it in every nerve ending in my body. “You know how you know that?”
Yes. Yes, as a matter of fact, I did know how I knew that. Because his giant?—
“Because your tits are pressed right up against my chest, Lane.”
Oh, yeah. That, too.
I suppose we were experiencing new things about the other person. And I suppose this was my reminder that I shouldn’t still be lying here next to him. I should definitely have put an end to this long before this moment.
“Right, I should…move.”
I felt Blake nod. “Probably for the best.”
But even as he agreed, his arms pulled me closer, hugged me tighter. Like he wanted one last taste of what…this would be like. Whatever this was. He flexed his body toward me, chasing one last feel of me. And then I couldn’t help but do the same. I melted into his hard frame, in awe of the desire it sparked in me.
What was going on?
“Tulips,” Blake said abruptly, nearly shouting the word into my ear. “Tulips. We’re here to see tulips.”
“Right, that was our plan today.” I gulped, pushing down the full-blown arousal that was now coursing through me. “Can you close your eyes?”
“Of course,” he rasped.
His arms finally released me, and I pulled my head back to verify that his eyes were closed before stumbling off the couch. I averted my eyes, too, even though I wanted to sneak a peek back at him. Instead, I focused on snatching the towel off the ground.
“Delaney?” Blake’s voice sounded pained.
“Just let me put my towel back on, one sec,” I said breathlessly, unsure I was ready for whatever it was he was about to say. “Okay.”
“I wanted to apologize for last night,” he said hoarsely, and once I had my towel wrapped around me, I turned back around to see him sitting on the edge of the couch. He was leaning forward, bracing his elbows on both of his knees. His hair flopped messily over his forehead, and he peeked at me from beneath the hanging strands, checking to see if I was covered yet. And then when he realized I was, deep brown eyes pierced me, making it hard to function.
“You don’t need to apologize, Blake.”
“I…” He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
