Page 92 of Attached At Heart
I matched her expression. “Something like that.”
“Is it the dress?” she asked, a teasing note in her voice because she fucking knew it wasn’t the dress.
“Yes, but no.” I let my fingers wander over her hips and down her thigh, finding where the fabric stopped and her smooth, bare skin began. “It’s what I know is underneath the dress.”
Delaney pushed her ass into my crotch as she danced, seemingly determined to end my life. “Kind of like how I know what’s in your pants, right?”
Bursts of heat exploded inside me, brighter and hotter each time she rubbed against me. I gripped her thigh, fingers digging into her flesh, on the edge of losing it. “Delaney, if you keep doing that—fuck.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I croaked, “but you have to.”
She was going to have me coming in my pants like a fucking teenager.
Delaney straightened immediately, and I dropped my forehead to her shoulder, taking deep breaths to steady myself.
“Why?” she murmured in my ear.
“Because,” I muttered, kissing the curve of her collarbone, “I want you too fucking bad to be teased right now.”
I glanced over to find her gaze on me. It reflected the flashing lights in the club, giving it a luminous quality, especially when strokes of blue light crossed her face, deepening the color of her eyes. “Who said I was teasing?” she challenged, and suddenly, I felt a finger trail up the length of my erection, making me shiver with nearly unbearable desire.
Gritting my teeth to hold back a stream of expletives, I grabbed Delaney’s wrist to stop her torture with one hand and used the other to wrap around her throat, drawing her back until she was looking up at me with those gorgeous sapphires. When I spoke, my breathing was uneven, and my voice wavered, threaded with need. “Delaney Rose London, if you touch mycock one more time, I’m going to have to find something to bend you over.”
Delaney’s lips stretched in a slow smile at my threat.
A fuckingsmile.
And then she dared to toy with me even more and ask, “What are you going to do with me once you’ve got me bent over?”
“Fuck the little tease right out of you,” I grunted, lifting my hips just enough that she’d feel how ready I was to do that. “And then I’d fuck that smart mouth of yours while I’m at it.”
Delaney’s lips parted, and she grew speechless for the first time. It was as though she couldn’t talk because she was too busy imagining what it would be like to have my cock in her mouth. Or her pussy.
“You like the sound of that, don’t you?” I worked my thumb over her jawline to her mouth, brushing over it. And when her lips parted just a bit further, I popped it in, letting Delaney suck on the tip of my thumb. God, her wet, hot mouth was so fucking exquisite. And when her cheeks tucked in, I nearly expired on the spot.
“Mhm,” she moaned.
“Yeah?” I asked, my ability to breathe declining by the second as Delaney swirled her tongue over the pad of my thumb. “Does thinking about having your lips around me make you wet, Lane?”
I pulled my thumb from her mouth so I could hear her response.
“You can find out for yourself,” she said breathlessly, and it took me a second to realize that she really wasn’t teasing. There was no tilt of her lips, no glint in her eyes; the only thing filling her expression was a need, thick and heavy. “No one will notice. And if they do, they won’t care.”
“Fuck, sweetheart.” I closed my eyes to try to temper this new level of desire coursing through me, a level that I didn’tthink existed before this moment. “It’s unbelievable how badly I want to touch you. But—” I broke off with a groan. “God, you’re making me lose my goddamn mind. What the?—”
“Should I find out for you, then?” she cut in, clearly seeing me lose my mind with indecision. “If you’re not going to?”
“Jesus Christ, Lane,” I cursed, and I might have fallen to my knees if I didn’t have her in my arms to hold up. “You have no idea what the thought of you touching yourself does to me, but that’s a show I want all to myself. Likehelldo I want anyone else seeing you like that.”
“Okay, Blake.” She nodded, but I could nearlytastethe desperation in her expression.
She would just have to wait, though. I knew people were watching her, including those guys from earlier. I caught them circling closer out of the corner of my eye, and fuck if I’d let them see Delaney like that. I was a greedy bastard who had absolutely no plans of sharing my wife. And I felt more and more unhinged about that fact as it became clear that other interested parties were closing in on us.
Which was why I couldn’t be more grateful when Delaney said, “Then I think we should go.”
We were out the door in a matter of seconds.
