Page 91 of Attached At Heart
“Fuck, Delaney,” I cursed roughly, and my restraint snapped.
I pulled back, found her lips waiting for me, and then crashed mine onto them.
Claiming her just like she gave me permission to do.
And holyhell, did she taste good.
Delaney tasted like the sugary sweetness of her appletini, and suddenly, it was my favorite drink in the world. I’d drink it day in and day out.Nothingwas better—absolutely nothing. An appletini a day would never, ever keep this doctor away.
“Mine,” I declared, nipping at her bottom lip as I wound my hands into her hair, fisting her silky strands. She gasped between kisses, and that either of us had time to come up for air told me that I wasn’t kissing her good enough, deep enough, thoroughly enough. I covered her mouth with mine, drinking in her groans and dragging my tongue along the seam of her lips, begging her for entry. And when she allowed it, I swore I understood heaven for the very first time.
Control began to slip away as I slanted my mouth over hers, deepening the kiss until Delaney’s tongue was exploring my mouth and my hands were dragging down her body. And just when my palms were about to slide over the curve of her ass, someone bumped into me from the side, knocking awareness back into my brain and forcing me to step back.
Fuck, I was losing it. From the second my lips touched her, the force of just how badly I wanted her had knocked through the well-built dam I’d constructed years ago, and now, nothing was holding me back.
“Blake,” Delaney breathed, and I realized she was staring at me, her chest heaving from the pure adrenaline of the moment. She lifted her hand to her mouth, tracing her lips lightly as though she couldn’t believe a kiss like that existed in this universe.
Same, baby. Same.
“I…” Bewildered, she looked around. “What was… Wait, where did my drink go?”
I might have kissed the fucking sense out of her, but I was okay with that.
I shook my head with a soft laugh, stepping back to take my place—arms around her, bodies locked together. “Doesn’t matter. I need you to stop drinking anyway.”
She looked confused. It was adorable. “Why?”
Leaning down, I brushed my lips gently over hers, forcing restraint on myself. At least while we were in public, even though the other people in this room sure didn’t care about that. Right behind Delaney, two men were feasting on a woman’s neck.
“Because it’s either you stop drinking, or I stop kissing you, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to do the latter.”
“Ah.” Her lips stretched into a smile that I felt. “My husband, the gentleman.”
I moved my mouth to her ear, nibbling on it before whispering a promise. “Your husband is not the fucking gentleman that you think he is.”
God, it felt good to say that aloud.
“Oh?”
The single syllable released from her lips on an upward hiccup. I pulled back to see the burning wonder in her gaze. Butinstead of answering all the questions in her expression, I kissed her again. Simply because she was tempting me, and Icould.
“More dancing?” I asked, ripping my mouth from hers before I got too carried away.
Delaney cocked her head to the side, and all I could do was stare at her swollen lips. “I thought you wanted to kiss me.”
Yes.God, yes, that was what I wanted to do. But I also wanted to do so much more than that—a problem considering we were standing in a packed club in the middle of the red-light district.
“I think I can do both,” I said, gripping her hips and then spinning her so her back collided with my front. It might be safer this way. I couldn’t see her lips, those ridiculously kissable lips. Or her eyes as they begged me for more. Bending my head, I dragged my mouth to a spot just below her ear and asked, “Where else do you like to be kissed, Delaney?”
“I—” She broke off with a moan when I traced a line down her neck with my tongue. “I don’t know.”
Fuck, did I both love and hate that answer. Delaney deserved all the kisses. She deserved to have someone to make her feel confident in what made her feel good. But if I got to be the one to help her understand that? Help her learn what she liked? Well, I sure as hell didn’t mind that.
“Mm,” I murmured in her ear, and she dropped her weight back into me, letting us mold together. “We can work on that.”
Delaney sighed her approval, letting her head fall onto my shoulder as she danced in my arms. She felt so fucking good that I couldn’t help but grind against her, and her reaction was instantaneous, her realization that I was hard as a goddamn rock for her.
Delaney’s lips curved into a tilted grin as she looked back at me. “Just a man, right?”
