Page 144 of Attached At Heart
Blake suddenly disappeared, and I collapsed forward with a sob.
Too lost in the ghostly sensations of what I’d been so close to feeling, I was barely conscious of the fact that Blake was flipping me over, not until his handsome face appeared above mine. He breathed ragged reassurances as he gazed down at me, his expression both carnal and tender at the same time. He took one of my hands and anchored it above my head and then did thesame thing with the other one until he had me pinned beneath him, our bodies flush.
It was the safest I’d ever felt.
“Please tell me you’re going to fuck me now,” I pleaded, feeling accomplished that I’d strung together so many words.
“Is that what you want?” He swirled his hips against mine, rutting his erection between my legs in a teasing sort of way. “You want my cock in your tight little pussy?”
“Want that.” I spread my legs, just in case it wasn’t obvious. “Please.”
I was so sure that I’d cry if he didn’t give it to me. It was unbearable, the way I wanted him. The way Ilovedhim.
“Oh, baby.” His voice was husky. I wanted to drown in it. “I want it, too. You have no fucking clue the way I want you.”
I tipped my hips up to feel again how hard he was. “I think I do.”
But Blake shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment like he couldn’t look at me like this for too long without losing it. “You asked me before, you wanted to know why I haven’t slept with anyone since med school,” he rasped, his words coming out stilted, like he hadn’t parsed them out first but needed to say them. “It’s you, Lane. It’s because I met you. And I couldn’t imagine ever being with someone who wasn’t you.”
My heart lurched in my chest.
I gaped at him, breathing his name because it was the only thing I could get myself to say. And then my jaw dropped further when the blunt head of his cock nudged between my legs, slipping inside me. I braced myself, feeling the tingle of anticipation, the delicious stretch of my body accepting him. But then he stopped.
I knew immediately that this wasn’t like the other times Blake had left me on the edge tonight. This was different; Blake’s shallow breaths and the tautness of his mouth as he gritted histeeth told me that much. There was no smirk, no gleam in his eyes.
“Fuck, Delaney,” he swore, hanging his head as he squeezed his eyes shut again.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, inhaling shakily. “Just let go, Blake. You told me you would.”
“I will.” Blake opened his eyes, sending an electric current through me when they collided with mine. He shook his head before dropping to give me a fierce kiss. “Nothing’s stopping us now, baby. Nothing. Just—give me a second.”
I wiggled my hips becauseasecondsounded like a really long time, and I was desperate for friction.
“Delaney,” he growled.
“I don’t think I can wait.” I needed to feel him inside me, needed that connection. “I don’t think I can do it anymore.”
He sucked in a breath. “Now you know what it’s been like for me,” he said, and he was right—I couldfeelhis agony. But then he abruptly thrust his cock the rest of the way in, making me cry from the ecstasy of it. He was so deep and so perfect, and it was everything I’d ever wanted. “For sofuckinglong, Lane.”
I gasped before whimpering, “I’m sorry.”
“Fuck, don’t apologize. Just—” He broke off with a groan as I clenched around him, feeling greedy for the feel of it.
“I love you,” I whispered.
Because that was all I could do, wasn’t it?
I couldn’t change the past, but I could love him fully now, love him out loud the way he deserved.
“Oh my God.” Blake laced our fingers together and gripped tight as he drove his hips home, smacking them against mine. My eyes rolled back, but then I quickly found his gaze again, needing to see the warmth of them, the fervor in them, the glow and warmth. “I love you so much, Delaney.” He thrust again, harder. “So.” And again. “Fucking.” And again. “Much.”
He snapped his hips one more time, and I crumbled, reaching my climax and then falling over its peak in a way that was a shock to my system. The orgasm blazed through me, setting fire to everything I’d ever known about Blake and me and letting it burn into something new. It went on and on, spasms of pleasure reaching parts of me I didn’t know existed. Blake pushed me further, thrusting through my downfall and wringing every ounce of satisfaction from it that he could, until I was spent.
“That’s a good girl.” Lips grazed mine, and my eyes fluttered shut. “Love feeling you come on my cock, baby.”
I tried to catch my breath, tried to slow the heartbeat I could feel in the tips of my toes and pads of my fingers. Blake slowly rolled his hips over mine in a lazy, unrushed way as I came down and found myself again. One of his hands let go of mine and snaked down my body instead, like he wanted to both soothe me and resurrect me. He palmed my breast, kneading it while brushing his thumb over my nipple. A breathy mewl left my lips as I pushed myself up, wanting more of it, more of his touches.
“Beautiful,” Blake breathed. “Just beautiful.”
