Page 93 of Attached At Heart
nine years ago
BLAKE
“I can’t just…just use you as my study guide.”
“You can use me however you want, Delaney.” As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I cleared my throat, aware of how they sounded. Then I added, “Honestly, this is a lot less work than stealing a whiteboard from the library.”
Delaney kneeled next to me with the marker in hand. Her brows drew together as she studied my body, her gaze drifting over the planes of my stomach. Rationally, I knew she was just considering me as a study canvas, but the way her eyes trailed up my chest made me feel hot and clammy all the same.
Fuck, maybe this was a bad idea after all.
Tentatively, Delaney reached out, bracing one palm on my chest as she brought the marker to my skin with her other hand.
Her touch made me shiver.
I tried to suppress it, but I couldn’t.
Suppressing my body’s reaction to Delaney was a hell of a lot harder than suppressing my thoughts. I had far less control, and considering I’d just offered up my body for her to touch and write all over, that might be a problem.
She released an airy laugh. “Does that tickle?”
“Yeah.” I coughed through the tension coiled up inside me. “Tickles.”
Her eyes darted to mine, and the spark I saw caught me by surprise.
But then I lost sight of it when she looked back down.
I might not have been able to see it anymore, but I could feel it.
The marker dragged over my skin for the next hour.
And Delaney’s touch imprinted on my being.
As if I needed any more reasons to be attached to my best friend.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
delaney
HORDES OF PEOPLE SWARMED into the train station at the same time we did. I wasn’t sure why and wasn’t sure I cared why, either. But I did care that the result was a packed train out of Amsterdam. Meaning Blake and I ended up sharing a seat. Or rather, Blake sat in the seat.
And I sat in his lap.
It was a new, special kind of torture. For both of us.
When I repositioned for the third time, trying to find a comfortable position despite people pressing us against the window, Blake’s fingers dug into my thigh, and he grunted my name in my ear.
“Delaney.” He paused, taking a ragged breath. “If you move one more fucking time, I’m not going to make it. We’ll be getting off at the next stop regardless of if it’s the right one.”
I sucked in a breath, my eyes fluttering shut as hot desire washed over me. It had been like this all night. Ever since I walked out in my dress and Blake had given me that look. And thenkeptgiving me that look. Not to mention the things he had said, things Ineverimagined would come out of his mouth. Itcaused wave after wave of arousal to swallow me whole, growing harder and harder to ignore.
Based on Blake’s words and the erection sitting between my asscheeks, he was struggling just as much as me.
I wasn’t sure how we’d gotten to this level of desperation, but I was too drugged by it to care.
“Do you want to sit onmylap?” I offered over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of Blake’s darkened gaze. The train rattled as it approached the next stop, causing me to throw a hand against the window to catch myself from falling. Blake’s arm tightened around me, and I shot my ass back, steadying my balance.
Blake used the curve of my neck to stifle his low groan, the vibrations carrying from his body to mine. His lips sucked at my skin, and then his teeth scraped at it.
