Page 78 of Attached At Heart
“I think you might be right,” I agreed becauselike hellwas I going to pass up the opportunity to kiss Delaney. I’d narrowly missed out on the chance that night at the fundraiser, interrupted by her dad and distraught by trying to figure out how to give herjust a peck. I hadn’t known how to do that.
But Delaney gave no such instructions this time. So I cupped her cheek, tilting her head back and lowering mine so we were inches apart. “Does this make you feel uncomfortable?”
She made a breathy, incredulous noise that went straight to my dick. “Blake, this morning you were holding me while I was shirtless.”
That reminder was not helping the situation with my dick.
“Shirtless?” I repeated. The tip of my nose grazed hers. “Were you wearing pants?”
“No.” I watched, amused, as her pale skin turned a pretty pink. “Fine. You were holding me while I was naked,” she amended.
Jesus Christ, why did I push that point?
“You did try to run away at one point, though,” I pointed out.
She tried to run away, and I’d been reluctant to let her go. My arms had kept tightening around her, acting on an instinct I was helpless to stop.
“Not very fast.”
“No,” I said softly. “Not very fast.”
“I’d say I’m comfortable.” Her lips parted, and I just stared. Stared at them and imagined what they were going to feel like. “And I think the occasion calls for it, Blake,” she reinforced.
“Yeah?”
She nodded, but she was so close that our mouths brushed when she moved.
“Yeah…”
“Just for clarification, that means you think we should kiss for the camera, ri?—”
“Oh my God, just take the picture,” she groaned, and then Delaney yanked me by the shirt, pulling me down until our lips met.
The amount of restraint it took for me tonotcrush my mouth to hers was unbelievable. Just atouchof her lips had me losing control. She tasted so fucking sweet, and all I could think about was how I wanted to make this woman mine. How shewasmine. My wife. My best friend. My everything.
But somehow, I restrained myself. I swept my lips over Delaney’s instead, taking my time tasting her, seeing how she’d react, judging what she wanted. All while an uncontrollable heat coursed through my body, taking hold.
She pulled me closer, intensifying the kiss, and everything inside me cheered. At least until a moment later when she broke away.
“Are you even taking a picture?” she breathed against my lips before diving back in again, not even waiting for an answer.
Oh, right. Yes. A picture.
Thatwas why we were kissing.
To take a picture.
For my fucking family.
“Right,” I muttered, swiping up on my phone screen before lifting it in front of us. Then I pressed my lips to Delaney’s, luxuriating in the simple feel of her as I snapped the photo.
“Thanks,” she said, sounding dazed. Her lips brushed over mine once more, kissing me one more time for good measure before releasing the grip she had on my shirt.
Releasingme.
I had no idea how she did it because I was hungry for so much more of her. If I had the choice, I’d never let her go.
But Delaney took a step back, straightening her dress unnecessarily before she pointed at my phone. “Does it look okay?”
