Page 145 of Attached At Heart
He made me feel it.
I tipped my hips, experimenting with fucking him back, loving the friction of our bodies sliding against each other, in and out.
Blake swore softly before pushing himself upward and onto his knees. He grabbed my hips to help me find the right rhythm and then increased his pace, letting our bodies slap together as his breathing grew ragged. I watched as Blake dropped his eyes, studying how we fit together, how his cock drove in and out of my body, the perfect two pieces of a puzzle. Each of us tethered to the other. A litany of curses fell from Blake’s lips, a chant that told me this was what would send him over his own edge, seeing this, watching us.
His gaze pierced me when he looked up. I nearly choked on the raw emotion in its depths.
“Are you going to take my cum in your sweet cunt, Lane?” he asked, his voice full of gravel and grit.
I nodded.Yes, yes I wanted that. “I’m still on the pill,” I reassured.
But Blake shook his head and leaned back down over my body, his thrusts hitting harder and deeper and faster as he found my ear with his lips. “I wish you weren’t.”
I groaned. I wasn’t sure why or what was happening, but those words shot straight to my core, and I felt my body tightening around him again.
“You liked that,” Blake muttered, more to himself than to me. He sounded awed, like my reaction was unfathomable. But I could tell the moment he comprehended it completely because a rough “shit” left his lips, and he drove into me with renewed passion.
“You’re sofuckingperfect for me, Delaney.” He sounded utterly destroyed by that thought, and I understood. Christ, I understood.
Everything about the moment spurred me back into action, meeting each of his thrusts with a renewed desperation. Blake’s eyes rolled back into his head, and I could practically feel his pulse radiating inside me, how it increased, crescendoed with every movement, with each collision of his hard body and my soft one.
“Again,” Blake demanded—the only word he seemed to be able to get out as he pounded me against the floor of the boxing ring. But I knew exactly what he meant.
He came violently, and I followed him, gasping for air as I hit an even higher peak than I had before.
My name left Blake’s lips in a stream of words I didn’t fully catch, too busy crying my own vocal cords raw. But I did hearwhen Blake pumped his hips one last time and murmured, “You take me so good, Lane. You’re so good to me, letting me fill you up.”
All I could muster was a soft whine as a response.
“Yeah?”
I felt his gentle chuckle brushing against the skin of my neck before he kissed my pulse point.
“So good,” I repeated on a sigh.
Blake rearranged us, and somehow, my head was suddenly being cradled against his chest.
I heard distant thunder.
But I wasn’t sure if it was from the storm outside.
Or the roar of Blake’s heart, pounding against my ear.
Steady.
Strong.
An echo of mine.
Forever attached to his.
CHAPTER THIRTY
blake
DELANEY FELL ASLEEP IN my arms before I could even pull out of her, and all I could do was stare at her. Touch her. Run my fingers through her hair. Watch the rise and fall of her chest.
The idea that maybe I would get to love her like this for the rest of our lives blanketed me. What a concept, a comfort, a dream.
