Page 66 of Attached At Heart
My head felt too heavy to keep upright, so I rested it on the edge of the tub, letting Blake have full range of my neck. He took advantage of this, caressing a path up my spine and then kneading his fingers back down it. I closed my eyes, feeling lost to the sensation of his touch, the water, and the thick air around us. The combination had me dozing in and out of heaven.
“Oh my God,Blake,” I moaned as he found that spot again. The one that had originally sent me into a spiral.
“Jesus Christ,” Blake rasped as I tried to hold in another groan and failed. “Hey, Lane?”
His direct question drew me out of the stupor he’d temporarily put me in. “Yeah?”
“I might be your friend who happens to also be your husband…” he started, his words suddenly husky and strained, alerting something inside me. “But I’m also just a man. And if you keep moaning my name like that…”
He didn’t finish the sentence.
Why didn’t he finish the sentence?
Why did Iwanthim to finish the sentence?
“I’m sorry,” I breathed, my lungs struggling to find the air I needed to think clearly. “You can…stop.”
“It’s fine,” he murmured after a beat, his hands still working into me. I bit my lip to keep quiet when his fingers passed over that spot again.
“Blake, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
God, this was embarrassing.
“I’m not uncomfortable.” Blake huffed a humorless laugh. “Not like that,” he added in a hushed voice. He was close enough that I felt his release of breath as he exhaled. It hit the sensitive hollow below my ear, and now I was holding in my sounds for another reason. “I’m sorry.”
His apology was almost inaudible, but I heard it.
My body pulsed. The steam swirled around us. I didn’t know how to breathe, let alone think about what to say next. All the words we’d said rolled around in my brain, and I tipped my head to the side to whisper the only realization that surfaced.
“This is why we don’t talk about our sex lives, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, Lane.”
His hands vanished, making me want to protest. But I could tell by the sound of him pushing through the water that he was already backing away.
“This is why we don’t talk about our sex lives.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
blake
ISAT WITH A cup of coffee the next morning, staring out at the hot tub—the place where I nearly lost my goddamn mind.
Last night almost ruined me. The memory of Delaney wearing that tiny bathing suit while groaning my name would forever torture me.
But it wasn’t just the hot tub that did me in. It was also the way the waves echoed in my ears all night, taunting me as I tossed and turned on a couch that was about as comfortable as the on-call beds at the hospital. I woke up with muscles that screamed at me.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I experimented with stretching it, tipping my head down.
“Looks like it’s your turn for a neck massage.”
I stilled at the sound of Delaney’s voice. As much as I wanted to beg her to touch me, it was a bad idea. Last night was the first time I’d been certain, absolutely positive, that she recognized we had chemistry. That there wassomethingthere, something I’d known about for fucking ever. Hell, she checked me out. I’dstepped outside in my shorts, and Delaney had stared.Staredat me.
A ridiculous amount of satisfaction burned in my chest as I remembered the heat in her gaze and the deer-in-the-headlights look she gave me when she realized she’d been caught giving me a once-over. Or twice-over.
It was the reason I was sitting at the kitchen table decidedlynotwearing a shirt.
Yeah, so what if I wanted to see her look at me like that again? Sue me.
