Page 97 of Attached At Heart
“You want that?” I asked, lips drawing into a smirk because I couldn’t help it.
“Don’t fucking toy with me now, Delaney.” Blake’s voice was harsh, but there was also a tremor in it as he spoke. “I thought you were being good for me tonight so I could reward that pretty pussy of yours. But first, I want to see it.”
I rolled my eyes despite the undeniable thrill that coursed through me and the corresponding decision to do exactly what he asked of me. Keeping my focus on Blake’s face, I spread my legs for him. The steam rose between us, slightly distorting my view of him, but there was no mistaking the burning hunger in the way he watched me. That look was the only reason I didn’t feel self-conscious.
“So pretty,” he murmured, barely audible beneath his breath. “So fucking pretty.”
I slipped my hand between my legs, releasing a moan when my finger skimmed over my clit. God, I’d been aching for that, for some kind of friction, some kind of touch.
“Shit, Lane,” Blake cursed. “You make the hottest goddamn noises.”
A breathy laugh slipped out of me. “Can’t help but notice you’re not asking me to stop this time.”
I dragged my finger lower before pushing it inside me slowly, letting Blake see how it disappeared and watching his jaw drop.
“Never asked you to stop,” he countered, sounding dazed as he kept his focus on my hand. “Just wanted you to know what it did to me.”
I pulled my finger out and ran it over my clit again. Another moan flew from my lips, but I was more interested in what Blake had just said.
“Can I see?”
I wasn’t sure if Blake heard me at first. It wasn’t until I removed my hand from between my legs that Blake yanked his gaze up to my face. “What?”
“Can I see what it does to you?”
Raising a brow, he wordlessly pushed himself up on the side of the hot tub, perching on the edge across from me. The wet fabric of his underwear molded to his legs and hisholy hell?—
“This?” he asked, wrapping his hand around his erection without looking away from me. “Is this what you wanted to see?”
“Yeah.” I nodded, my mouth running dry. “That’s what I wanted to see.”
“It doesn’t make you uncomfortable, Lane?” he asked, looking at me like he badly needed the answer. “That all I can do is think about you?”
“Think about me, how?” I countered, asking the thingIwanted to know.
“Answer the question first, Delaney,” he urged, and I could tell he wasn’t going to let it go. “Does it make you feel uncomfortable that I’m thinking of you while I have my hand around my cock?”
“No.” I licked my lips without even realizing what I was doing. Blake’s eyes blazed. “It doesn’t make me uncomfortable.”
“You like watching me stroke myself while I imagine how fucking good it would feel to be inside you? I bet it’s un-fucking-believable.”
I nodded wordlessly, too distracted by the thoughts Blake was voicing aloud and how he was touching himself.
“I’ve been hard for you all fucking night, Delaney,” he groaned, twisting his hand slowly. “Do you know how agonizing that is?”
“I can help with that.” I slipped into the water and waded toward him, suddenly wanting nothing more than to watch Blake lose the rest of his careful control. Ever since he threatened to fuck my mouth in the club, I’d had an image of that burned into my mind. I wanted to bring him back to that point where he seemed ready to risk it all. Because that’s where I was.
Blake seemed to stop breathing as I approached, his body going still. Only his eyes moved, watching my every movement. When I dipped lower in the water, dropping so I was eye level with his waist—and his dick—he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Can I?” I asked, kneeling on the seat by where his feet were planted and reaching for the waistband of his underwear.
“I told you,” Blake said solemnly. “You can do anything. Anything to me, Delaney.”
“Had to check.” I gave him a sly smile as I pulled down his briefs. “When you said that, I doubt you were referring to letting me suck you off.”
“Fuck, Lane,” Blake growled, but I wasn’t sure if it had to do with what I’d said or with how I’d stroked a hand down his now exposed erection. Which was…big. So big I wasn’t sure how it would fit in my mouth. But that didn’t mean I didn’t want to try. “Anything,” he reemphasized through gritted teeth. “I meant anything then, and I mean it now, too. You can do anything to me. But you don’t have to.”
“I want to,” I breathed, fisting the base of his cock and loving how Blake dropped his head back with a moan. “Because you threatened to fuck my mouth earlier, and I’d really like for that to happen.”
