Page 67 of Attached At Heart
Her reaction was also the reason I’d been more forward with her last night about my own attraction, more than I’d ever been before. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Maybe I’d revealed too much when I still didn’t know what was going on in that pretty head of hers. And maybe until I had a better idea of where she stood on me admitting she made me fucking hard as a rock with those breathy moans of hers, I needed to play things safe. Even if I wanted to take that look she gave me last night and run with it, I knew I had to walk.
Her touching me—for any reason—was not in the category of playing it safe.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said, my voice scratchy.
“It was the couch, wasn’t it?” she asked, walking around the table to make herself a coffee with the tiny Keurig-like machine on the counter. “I told you I should take it. You’re too tall.”
“You’re notthatmuch shorter than me.”
Delaney was a tall woman. Or maybe it was just that she always stood tall with that ramrod-straight posture of hers.
“I’m at least four inches shorter than you,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Here, let me help.”
She padded her way back over to me, wearing these cute little pajama shorts that made it hard to think. Breathe. I definitely couldn’t talk. Or protest what she was about to do.And suddenly, Delaney’s hands were on me, just resting on my shoulders at first and then massaging them. Lightly, but then…not. Her thumbs pressed into a knot at the base of my neck, and my heart rate spiked. Warmth coated my skin. A groan slipped out of me.
Delaney leaned in. I could feel her, so close to me. So close I could almost taste her. My brain spiraled down into a memory, one where Ihadbeen tasting her. One where she’d been in my arms wearing a wedding dress, and I felt her everywhere, and when I kissed her, she kissed me back.
I didn’t care what we called it aloud; we both knew in the whispered recess of our minds that there had been nothing fake about that kiss.
“Not so easy, is it?” she breathed, making my skin tighten. “To keep quiet?”
I gritted my teeth together, trying to dampen the desire that had flared inside me at hearing her voice sound like that. Seductive. Sensual. Did she even realize what she was doing? “Not when it feels this good,” I admitted gruffly.
“Good.” She made a humming noise in the back of her throat, and I felt my cock stiffen against the fabric of my shorts. “I don’t mind.”
“I didn’tmindit, either, you know.” I actually really fucking liked it. Hearing Delaney moan my name? It had been a new form of pleasure I never thought I’d get to experience. “I just wanted you to know what you were doing to me last night.”
“And what, exactly, was I doing to you?”
The same thing she was doing to me right now. Making it hard to think and turning me the fuck on.
“Delaney…” I groaned her name, struggling to keep my composure as her hands worked over my bare skin. Fuck me, this was bad. And good—too good. “Why do you want to know?”
“Because I think you might be doing the same thing to me, and I don’t…”
Her whispered voice vanished a second before her hands did, and I felt her retreat. Not so unlike I did last night. Was this payback? Or was she just as unsure of what was happening as I was?
All I could do was stare at her as she picked her coffee mug back up.
“So what are the plans for today?” she asked, sounding completely unaffected by what had just occurred between us. Which meant she was wrong. Iwasn’tdoing the same thing to her as she was to me. Because I couldn’t turn off my feelings as quickly as she just had. I didn’t know how to defeat the all-encompassing arousal as easily. I’d been pretending around Delaney for a hell of a long time, so it wasn’t like I didn’t have experience. But pretending it didn’t affect me when she fucking moaned my name or let her fingers wander my body? I couldn’t breathe, let alone carry on a normal conversation about our plans.
Delaney’s mug was floating in midair. She’d been about to take a sip of coffee when she froze, realizing I was looking at her, breathless.
“Lane,” I rasped.
At the sound of her name, she relapsed into motion again, taking a slow, steady sip of coffee. Her eyes stayed on mine above the rim of the mug, though. And I realized this trip was going to teach me things about desire I never knew before.
What the fuck was happening?
“I think we should get some groceries,” she said after putting the coffee back on the counter. Her cheeks were rosy, telling me there might be hope, that shewasaffected. I wondered for a moment what she might look like flushed from an orgasm. God, I’d love nothing more than to give her one. Just one. Just once.She’d make all those sounds for me like she did last night, and instead of telling her to stop, I’d tell her to be louder.
Scream my name, sweetheart. Go on.
“Just to have a few things here for the week,” Delaney continued. “For breakfast and…whatever.”
She cleared her throat, and I wasn’t sure if it was for my benefit or hers, but it worked.
“That sounds good,” I finally replied, pulling myself out of a daydream where Delaney was coming on my fingers. “I had the same thoughts, actually.” Between thinking about what she’d look like when she fell apart. “We could head into town, grab some groceries, get a bite to eat, explore a little bit.”
