21. Delaney
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
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H ORDES OF PEOPLE SWARMED into the train station at the same time we did. I wasn’t sure why and wasn’t sure I cared why, either. But I did care that the result was a packed train out of Amsterdam. Meaning Blake and I ended up sharing a seat. Or rather, Blake sat in the seat.
And I sat in his lap.
It was a new, special kind of torture. For both of us.
When I repositioned for the third time, trying to find a comfortable position despite people pressing us against the window, Blake’s fingers dug into my thigh, and he grunted my name in my ear.
“Delaney.” He paused, taking a ragged breath. “If you move one more fucking time, I’m not going to make it. We’ll be getting off at the next stop regardless of if it’s the right one.”
I sucked in a breath, my eyes fluttering shut as hot desire washed over me. It had been like this all night. Ever since I walked out in my dress and Blake had given me that look. And then kept giving me that look. Not to mention the things he had said, things I never imagined would come out of his mouth. It caused wave after wave of arousal to swallow me whole, growing harder and harder to ignore.
Based on Blake’s words and the erection sitting between my asscheeks, he was struggling just as much as me.
I wasn’t sure how we’d gotten to this level of desperation, but I was too drugged by it to care.
“Do you want to sit on my lap?” I offered over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of Blake’s darkened gaze. The train rattled as it approached the next stop, causing me to throw a hand against the window to catch myself from falling. Blake’s arm tightened around me, and I shot my ass back, steadying my balance.
Blake used the curve of my neck to stifle his low groan, the vibrations carrying from his body to mine. His lips sucked at my skin, and then his teeth scraped at it.
“Delaney.” He breathed my name again, like it was the only word he had in his mind.
“I know,” I panted, feeling my heart rate spike as one of his hands began to wander. “I know, Blake.”
I felt him shake his head. “I don’t think you do.”
“We’re almost there,” I assured him.
In other words, alone. We were almost alone .
What would happen once we were alone?
I’d never thought twice about being alone with Blake before.
It hadn’t been something I’d needed to think twice about.
But now, it was all I could think about.
Getting Blake alone and doing, well, I didn’t know what, but something . Something to ease the overwhelming ache pulsing in my body, the throbbing between my legs. Something that let me experience more of the Blake I had in that club. Something that gave me the chance to feel him again. Feel him more than I did right now, even though he was all over me, all around me. But it wasn’t enough. Not even close to being enough. God , did I want more.
“Lane,” he rasped in my ear. “What I wouldn’t give to know what you’re thinking right now.”
I cleared my throat. “Nothing. I’m thinking about…nothing.”
“Don’t lie, sweetheart.” He dropped his voice, ensuring no one would hear him except me. “I can feel the way your pussy is pulsing for me, you know that, right?”
I gasped at the revelation of his words, and the throbbing—that he could apparently feel—only intensified. Meanwhile, Blake’s soft chuckle tickled my nerve endings.
“We’re almost there,” he soothed, echoing my words from earlier.
Luckily, he was right. Another five minutes on the train, and we were squeezing through the crowds to hop off. Just like the first time we’d arrived at this station after our flight, Blake had an Uber waiting for us.
This time, the car ride to the rental house stayed silent, filled only with a heavy, nearly unbearable tension. It stretched between us in the back seat despite Blake keeping his eyes firmly out the window the entire ride. His touch, on the other hand, strayed, finding my leg…and then the hem of my dress. He slid his fingers beneath the fabric to palm my inner thigh, squeezing lightly. His thumb traced semicircles, trailing so close to the edge of my underwear that I had to grab onto the door handle and hold my breath.
While I couldn’t see his expression, I could practically feel Blake’s satisfaction with my response to his touch. To his teasing.
He was right. We’d always teased each other, always played this game. I just hadn’t seen it for what it was: flirting. And now, seduction. Had he known? Had I been the only one in denial this whole time?
I didn’t really care at the moment; all I cared about was appreciating it for what it was in the present. Because it was definitely something. And I refused to leave this trip without experiencing whatever I’d previewed in the club. Who knew what would happen when we got back to Boston, when we returned to a life that felt more real and not make-believe. All I knew was tonight and the time I had until we touched back down at Logan International.
Neither of us could seem to stumble out of the car fast enough. When we made it to the house, Blake unlocked the door and threw it open, and I dashed inside. I walked a few paces into the living room before turning to find Blake hot on my heels, watching me with an animalistic hunger that took my breath away.
But as soon as I stopped, he stopped, too. His chest rose and fell in quick successions. His gaze trailed over me, lingering in a way that made me instinctively raise a hand to my face, wiping under my eyes and the mascara that had probably smudged, and my hair, making sure it wasn’t in disarray.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Delaney,” Blake cut in, looking almost pained to say it. “Your hair is perfect, your face is perfect, everything about you is so goddamn perfect. It’s infuriating.”
“Infuriating?”
“Yes, because I—” He clamped down on his words, pressing his lips together and raking a hand through his hair. “When you first walked out wearing that dress at our apartment, you thought I didn’t like it. But I was just too busy trying not to undress you in my mind to be able to form a single coherent thought.”
I stared, shocked by his admission, struggling to wrap my head around the reality of that moment. And once I got my shit together, I swallowed past the emotion in my throat and raised a brow. “Were you successful?”
“What?”
“Were you successful when you tried not to undress me in your mind.”
“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “My respect for you as my friend runs so fucking deep, Lane.”
My heart pounded so loud I wondered if he could hear it. Blake meant the world to me. I’d realized the extent of that when he’d left me behind in Minnesota a few months ago, making me wonder when our friendship had run so deep that it left such a gaping hole in my chest when he was gone.
The question on the tip of my tongue might risk that happening again. That maybe we were about to cross a line that would ruin us in the long run.
Or maybe we weren’t crossing a line at all. Maybe we were just redrawing it.
“Are you going to respect me as your friend tonight?” I pushed myself to ask.
“No.” Once again, no hesitation. Just a blazing confidence that made my heart flip into my throat. “I’m going to fuck you like my wife.”
My jaw dropped, but Blake didn’t waste time stepping toward me.
“Tell me you’re sober, Delaney.”
Once I figured out how to breathe again, I replied, “I’m sober.”
That train ride of torture had ensured that. Plus, I’d only had one glass of wine with dinner and just a taste of that appletini before Blake got rid of it. And now I knew why.
“Good girl.” Blake planted one foot in front of the other, walking slowly toward me. “Now, tell me I can strip that dress off you.” Another step. “I’ll get on my knees and beg if you want me to.”
The intensity of his stare made goose bumps erupt across my skin. “You can strip the dress off me.”
Blake smirked as he closed the distance between us. “So compliant. You must want it bad, Lane.”
I nodded, my eyes fluttering shut as Blake bent his head, leaving a chaste kiss on my collarbone. Then, his finger traced the bone to my shoulder, slipping beneath the dress’s strap and flicking it off.
“Bad,” I repeated, barely a murmur.
“I know, sweetheart,” Blake breathed, and I felt his lips on my other shoulder before that strap fell off, too. “But you’re being such a good wife, and good little wives get to come. Don’t worry.”
I squirmed on my feet, desperate for him to make good on those words. Blake laughed, husky and soft, and I felt it in my very bones.
“Oh, now you’re laughing, huh?” I muttered while Blake pressed against me, reaching around to undo the laces of my dress. “Wasn’t so funny when we were in the club.”
“There’s nothing funny about what’s happening right now.” Blake began peeling my dress off, inch by inch. He straightened once it was bunched around my waist, and his heated gaze met mine, an odd mixture of humor and arousal swirling in its depths. “But I can’t deny that watching you squirm isn’t satisfying.”
I licked my lips, and Blake’s attention dropped to my mouth, his jaw clenching. I put a hand on his chest, feeling the hard wall of muscle against my fingertips. And even that simple touch had Blake breathing faster. Leaning in, I murmured in his ear, “I bet I can satisfy you in other ways, too.”
“Jesus fuck ,” Blake swore, his entire body tensing momentarily before he recovered and stripped the rest of my dress off me, dropping to the ground with it. Then, he stilled. And so did I. Everything stayed still—except his eyes. They wandered in a slow, hot perusal up my body. And when they got to my face, he rasped, “You’re exquisite.”
Fire licked my insides, pooling in my cheeks and between my legs as I looked down at him. My entire body felt flushed, and it only grew worse as Blake, without moving his gaze from mine, reached out and cupped my calf, caressing it as he smoothed his hand down to my ankle. He lifted it gently, placing my foot on his knee. Only then did his eyes lower, dropping to focus on the buckle of my shoe as he undid it. Once he was done, he slipped it off my foot, cupping my heel in his palm.
I cringed and tried to pull back, but his grip tightened. “You don’t want to touch my feet,” I said breathlessly. “They’ve never been the same since I started dancing years ago.”
I’d never been the same.
Blake flicked his attention up to my face, his expression smoldering and hard. “I want to touch every fucking inch of you, Delaney.”
It felt like he was talking about a lot more than my body, and that thought made it hard to breathe while Blake continued. He held my gaze while moving to the next foot, repeating the same sinfully slow motions.
When he was done, I stood there, in the living room of our rental house, wearing nothing but my underwear and bra in front of my husband. Meanwhile, he still wore his black shirt and slacks, tented by his erection. He was shameless about it, not bothering to hide how much he wanted me as he stood again.
It was time for me to be shameless, too.
“My turn,” I said.
He cocked a brow. “You want to undress me?”
“Yes.”
He spread his arms out in a welcoming gesture. “I’m yours to undress.”
With his permission, I closed the distance between us again and began fumbling with the buttons on Blake’s shirt. His chest heaved against my touch, quickening the lower my hands traveled. I did it slowly, wanting to repay him for what he’d just done to my nervous system a few moments ago. And it seemed to be working. By the time I pushed his shirt over his shoulders and dropped to unbuckle his pants, Blake’s breathing was ragged, his impatience showing. He kissed the top of my head while I focused on what my hands were doing—shoving his slacks to the ground.
Blake kicked his shoes off and then stepped out of his pants. His socks were the last to go.
And then we stood there.
Both naked except for our underwear.
Both breathing heavily but unable to move.
Blake looked exhausted and invigorated all at once. His thirsty eyes stared at me like he’d been stuck in a desert and couldn’t decide whether I was a mirage. Whether I was real.
I wanted to show him that I was.
I just wanted to show him.
And I wanted to do it where all of this had started a few nights ago.
“Will you come outside with me?” I asked.
“I’ll go anywhere with you,” he replied without missing a beat.
I studied him for a moment, looking for any signs that he might not be telling the whole truth. Maybe he’d rather not hear the crash of the waves.
“You sure?” I checked.
He held out his hand. “Absolutely.”
With that reassurance, I slid my hand into his and led us outside to the edge of the hot tub. Blake gave me a prolonged, heated look before sliding into the water first. He settled in a seat on the opposite side of the tub, turning to face me. To watch me. Just like I wanted.
Draping both arms up on the edge of the tub, he appeared relaxed despite studying each movement I made carefully, noting how I dipped one foot after the other into the still, steamy water and then perched on the side of the hot tub.
“Is this private enough for you?” I asked, and Blake’s attention snapped to my face.
We were shrouded in darkness, but faint light from the house angled over Blake, exposing the sharp lines of his expression.
“Why?”
I answered his question by spreading my legs and running my fingertips along the seam of my underwear, and Blake’s gaze darkened to a new degree. I heard him emit a soft curse beneath his breath before saying, “Are you going to touch yourself for me, Lane?”
“You seemed to like that idea before,” I said and then sheepishly added, “And I like the way you watch me.”
“Delaney.” He gaped, seeming momentarily speechless. I’d never seen Blake look like this before, so equally tortured and eager. “I could watch you all night and day. You have no idea.”
I was starting to have a little bit of an idea, and God, I really liked it. So much so that I could feel my heartbeat in every inch of my body. All the way to my toes.
But mostly between my legs.
“I might explode if I don’t do something,” I said honestly as I tried to catch a breath through the thick steam rising around me. “I don’t know how you’re so calm.”
“You know I’m not calm.” Blake’s hooded eyes caught on my chest, seeming to study my breasts and how they nearly spilled over the top of my bra with every deep breath. “Not on the inside. I know you can see that.”
That was true. I did know. The tightness of his body and the intensity in his eyes told me he was restraining something wild. But he also didn’t seem in a rush to let go, unlike me.
“I’m on the edge of falling the fuck apart,” he reinforced, leaning forward and pinning me with a look of desperation. “Let me see you. Please.”
Not taking my eyes off his, I stood, letting the hot water swirl around my ankles. I hooked a finger into either side of my panties, shimmying out of them while enjoying how a muscle in Blake’s jaw ticked. Then I threw the discarded underwear to the side and sat back on the edge of the hot tub.
The night air was cool. Cold, even. The glass wall around the patio helped break the wind, but still. In the back of my brain, I knew being nearly naked on a spring night along the coast should set a deep chill into my bones. I knew I should be freezing. Shivering. Shaking. And I was, but from the heat . Of Blake’s gaze, of the water, of the pent-up need inside of me. My hands were clammy, my body feverish, and then Blake commanded, “Legs open,” and I nearly blacked out.
“You want that?” I asked, lips drawing into a smirk because I couldn’t help it.
“Don’t fucking toy with me now, Delaney.” Blake’s voice was harsh, but there was also a tremor in it as he spoke. “I thought you were being good for me tonight so I could reward that pretty pussy of yours. But first, I want to see it.”
I rolled my eyes despite the undeniable thrill that coursed through me and the corresponding decision to do exactly what he asked of me. Keeping my focus on Blake’s face, I spread my legs for him. The steam rose between us, slightly distorting my view of him, but there was no mistaking the burning hunger in the way he watched me. That look was the only reason I didn’t feel self-conscious.
“So pretty,” he murmured, barely audible beneath his breath. “So fucking pretty.”
I slipped my hand between my legs, releasing a moan when my finger skimmed over my clit. God, I’d been aching for that, for some kind of friction, some kind of touch.
“Shit, Lane,” Blake cursed. “You make the hottest goddamn noises.”
A breathy laugh slipped out of me. “Can’t help but notice you’re not asking me to stop this time.”
I dragged my finger lower before pushing it inside me slowly, letting Blake see how it disappeared and watching his jaw drop.
“Never asked you to stop,” he countered, sounding dazed as he kept his focus on my hand. “Just wanted you to know what it did to me.”
I pulled my finger out and ran it over my clit again. Another moan flew from my lips, but I was more interested in what Blake had just said.
“Can I see?”
I wasn’t sure if Blake heard me at first. It wasn’t until I removed my hand from between my legs that Blake yanked his gaze up to my face. “What?”
“Can I see what it does to you?”
Raising a brow, he wordlessly pushed himself up on the side of the hot tub, perching on the edge across from me. The wet fabric of his underwear molded to his legs and his holy hell ?—
“This?” he asked, wrapping his hand around his erection without looking away from me. “Is this what you wanted to see?”
“Yeah.” I nodded, my mouth running dry. “That’s what I wanted to see.”
“It doesn’t make you uncomfortable, Lane?” he asked, looking at me like he badly needed the answer. “That all I can do is think about you?”
“Think about me, how?” I countered, asking the thing I wanted to know.
“Answer the question first, Delaney,” he urged, and I could tell he wasn’t going to let it go. “Does it make you feel uncomfortable that I’m thinking of you while I have my hand around my cock?”
“No.” I licked my lips without even realizing what I was doing. Blake’s eyes blazed. “It doesn’t make me uncomfortable.”
“You like watching me stroke myself while I imagine how fucking good it would feel to be inside you? I bet it’s un-fucking-believable.”
I nodded wordlessly, too distracted by the thoughts Blake was voicing aloud and how he was touching himself.
“I’ve been hard for you all fucking night, Delaney,” he groaned, twisting his hand slowly. “Do you know how agonizing that is?”
“I can help with that.” I slipped into the water and waded toward him, suddenly wanting nothing more than to watch Blake lose the rest of his careful control. Ever since he threatened to fuck my mouth in the club, I’d had an image of that burned into my mind. I wanted to bring him back to that point where he seemed ready to risk it all. Because that’s where I was.
Blake seemed to stop breathing as I approached, his body going still. Only his eyes moved, watching my every movement. When I dipped lower in the water, dropping so I was eye level with his waist—and his dick—he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Can I?” I asked, kneeling on the seat by where his feet were planted and reaching for the waistband of his underwear.
“I told you,” Blake said solemnly. “You can do anything. Anything to me, Delaney.”
“Had to check.” I gave him a sly smile as I pulled down his briefs. “When you said that, I doubt you were referring to letting me suck you off.”
“ Fuck , Lane,” Blake growled, but I wasn’t sure if it had to do with what I’d said or with how I’d stroked a hand down his now exposed erection. Which was…big. So big I wasn’t sure how it would fit in my mouth. But that didn’t mean I didn’t want to try. “Anything,” he reemphasized through gritted teeth. “I meant anything then, and I mean it now, too. You can do anything to me. But you don’t have to.”
“I want to,” I breathed, fisting the base of his cock and loving how Blake dropped his head back with a moan. “Because you threatened to fuck my mouth earlier, and I’d really like for that to happen.”
“I knew it.” Blake spoke up to the sky, and I watched the way his throat worked as he swallowed hard. “I knew you wanted my cock in that pretty mouth of yours.”
“Mhm,” I murmured and then lowered my head, letting my lips brush his tip. Blake squeezed his eyes shut in response, and I licked at his precum, trying to get his attention. His jaw clenched while he continued to look at the stars. So I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. But he still didn’t look at me.
“Aren’t you going to watch?” I finally asked.
“I want to. Fuck , I do.” He dragged a hand through his hair, pulling at the strands. “But I also want this to last. And if I watch you suck my cock and play with it like you’re doing right now, it’s gonna be all over. I already feel so fucking close to the edge.”
Blake always remained incredibly measured and calm, no matter what he was doing, what circumstances he’d been thrown in. And watching him get so wound up, about to lose it because of something I was doing? Nothing compared.
I’d always wondered what might sever his control. I never considered that it might be me.
“You’re strung so tight,” I cooed before taking him deeper into my throat. “I think you might need someone to suck you off more often, Dr. London.”
“Someone?” he scoffed. “I’m married, sweetheart. The only one allowed to touch me is my wife.”
My stomach flipped. “Guess I’ll have to be the one to do it, then.”
“You’re so fucking good at it.” He gave in, looking down at me. I was ready, my eyes on his as he watched with a ferality that should have set off alarm bells in my head but aroused me instead. He brushed my hair out of my face and then kept his hand on my head, fingers tangling in my hair. “Such a good little wife, taking me into your mouth like that.”
I smiled up at him, his cock still in my mouth, and Blake’s lips parted with an awe I felt in my bones. The heat radiating from the water had nothing to do with the heat that radiated from this man. My husband. My best friend.
“Holy fucking shit , Delaney.”
The grip on my hair tightened, and he started thrusting upward into my mouth. I relinquished control, letting him take what he wanted.
“Are you going to let me come down your throat?” he choked, and I could tell he was almost at his breaking point. His movements were frantic, his hold on me nearly crushing, like he was hanging on as long as he fucking could.
I nodded, refusing to pause what I was doing to say anything.
“Unreal,” Blake muttered, strands of his dark hair hanging over his forehead as he looked down at me. “You’re fucking unreal.”
The praise lit me up inside, and I hollowed my cheeks, taking more of him. Blake responded with a hoarse cry before groaning, “No one fucks this sweet mouth except for me. Understood, Delaney?” He lowered his voice further, and I could hear the grit and promise in it. “It’s mine .”
I nodded again. Yes, his. He was the only one I wanted to be doing this with. And my confirmation seemed to be what sent Blake over the edge. “Lane, I’m going to—” he began frantically, but then I sucked harder, and any hope of coherent words was lost as he came with a string of curses.
Swallowing, I licked my lips and stood, grinning at Blake as he tried to regain control of his breathing. I was panting, too. My pulse raced, the mix of adrenaline and heat sending my body into overdrive.
The world seemed to tilt a little, like I’d stood up too quickly, and I turned to go back to my perch on the side of the tub, needing a break from the hot water. But then my vision blurred, and I swayed for a second time, and in an instant, Blake’s arms were around me.
“Delaney?”
His voice was husky but panicked in my ear.
“Hi,” I whispered, reveling in the feel of being in his arms and simultaneously wanting more. It was overwhelming, it was…it was all-consuming . I couldn’t think; I couldn’t breathe.
“Hi, Lane.” Lips brushed my skin. “Are you okay?”
“Hot,” I croaked, leaning back into him even though the furnace that was Blake’s body was not going to help my situation. I couldn’t help it; he was all I wanted right now. “Just really…burning.”
The next thing I knew, I was in the air, a shriek flying from my lips. Blake wordlessly swept me into his arms, carrying me into the house. My surroundings passed by in a blur. Chilly air replaced the warmth of the water, and then that left, too, and I knew we were inside. Blake wrapped a towel around me, and I felt the softness of a bed. I sank into it, but the comfort of the mattress did nothing to make me feel better.
All I could do was struggle to suck in air as desire continued to constrict my lungs.
“Do you need some water?” Blake voiced, and I blinked to find him hovering over me. His soft, worried eyes scoured over me. He touched my cheek and then my forehead, but then he pulled away, and my body continued to seek it. His touch, I needed more of his touch. I needed something to soothe the burning. “Here, let me go get you a cool washcloth.”
“No.” I grabbed at his arm, and he dropped lower obediently, his body flattening over mine. “I don’t need anything, I just need…” I struggled to explain myself because I’d never felt this needy before. I knew I needed something, and I knew nothing felt right, but water wasn’t going to help. A cool washcloth wasn’t going to help. Only…
“Delaney, you’re shaking,” Blake said, sounding stricken as he began to pull away again.
My grip on his arm tightened, stopping him. “Not from the hot tub.”
“Are you sure?” Blake’s brows pulled together as he looked down at me. “I think you overheated.”
“Maybe a little. But it’s not that. It’s…” My words descended into a shameless groan as I tilted my hips up until they came in contact with some part of his body. I felt so delusional with how I needed him that I didn’t even care how desperate I was acting.
“Oh, baby,” Blake sighed, finally understanding. “I can fix it. I can make it better. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, please.”
“Of course,” his husky voice reassured. He peeled the towel back from my body, exposing me again. “I told you good little wives get to come, didn’t I? And you’ve been such a good girl, Lane.”
He lowered his head, finding my neck with his mouth, and I arched back, giving him better access. Little mewling sounds left my lips that I didn’t recognize, but I couldn’t stop, didn’t know how to.
“I know how much it aches.” Blake’s lips trailed down my throat, skimming over my skin and making me shiver despite the fire in my veins. “I know, sweetheart. It’s so overwhelming, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know what’s happening,” I gasped. “I’ve never…I’ve?—”
“It’s okay.” His lips caressed the swell of my breasts, nipping at the edge of my bra before disappearing again. “I know. I know it’s new for you.”
My brain was too addled to understand the heavy undercurrent of his words. All I wanted was for him to hurry the fuck up with whatever he was doing.
“ Please .”
I felt Blake’s soft chuckle against my inner thighs and parted them further, wanting him to have better access. He grabbed my hips at the same moment, abruptly yanking me to the edge of the bed. A squeal slipped out of me and then a moan when I felt Blake’s mouth tease my inner thigh.
“Does this make you feel uncomfortable?” he breathed, lips tilted to the side because he knew the answer, and he seemed proud of it.
“No,” I confirmed, lifting my hips, anxious for more.
“Good,” he grunted. “I’m going to eat your pretty pussy now, Delaney. Been dying for it, and I think we both deserve this. God , yes.”
“ Blake ,” I whined because it was the only word left in my brain.
“Yeah?” His dark eyes flicked up to mine, strands of hair dangling over them. He pushed a hand through his hair getting it out of his line of sight as he waited for me to reply.
“Just…please,” I begged.
“Anything for you.”
And then Blake lowered further, grazing his tongue over my clit, and I barely swallowed a scream while Blake made a deep, throaty noise, like he was equally satisfied by just that little taste. I grabbed at his head, twisting my fingers into his hair, hoping he understood that it meant I wanted more. And he did, swiping his tongue deeper between my legs and then finding a steady pace where each stroke hit my clit perfectly each time.
“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he rasped before readjusting his body and adding, “God, I want to touch you, too.”
“ Yes .” It was all I could say as I bucked my hips up for him. “Yes, Blake.”
Blake dragged a finger through my pussy before thrusting it inside me, and I moaned with unparalleled pleasure as he muttered to himself about how wet I was.
“Is that what my girl wants?” he checked, and when I looked down at him, his lips were screwed in a crooked smile while his eyes glowed.
“Yes. More,” I breathed, and Blake gave it to me, pulling his finger back and driving another one inside me, hitting deep at the same time he licked at my clit. And then he continued, doing that again and again until I was writhing on the bed beneath him. His pace was relentless, pushing me all the way to the edge until I was dancing on top of it and then dangling over it, so close to falling.
And then Blake murmured, “Come for me, Mrs. London,” and I lost it.
My orgasm crashed down over me, causing a cry to rip from my throat. It was relentless, taking and giving until I was slumped on the bed, feeling boneless and sated. The world blurred around me. It was only Blake and his husky murmurs as he climbed back up my body, saying things like, “I knew you’d be even more gorgeous after you came,” and, “Let me clean you up, sweetheart.”
I’d never felt more relaxed in my entire life. More perfect. I let Blake care for me, only half-aware, my eyelids fluttering shut with a drowsiness that went beyond anything I’d experienced before. Then I curled onto my side, snuggling into the bed as a thought occurred to me.
“I thought you were going to fuck me tonight,” I muttered, even as my eyes were closed.
I heard Blake’s distant chuckle. “Funnily enough, I like my women to be conscious when I fuck them. And I think I just ate you into oblivion.”
“Mm.” It took a second for his words to register, and then I frowned. “Women?”
“Woman,” he corrected. There was a smile in his voice. “Just one woman. Just you. No need to be jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” I mumbled, but my bones melted with relief.
“Okay, Lane.” I felt a kiss brush my forehead. “I don’t want to rush this,” he whispered. “I don’t want to rush anything with you. You’re tired, and that’s okay. We have a long day of travel tomorrow that you should be well rested for, and if we keep going—” His words morphed into a soft groan.
I forced my eyes open to see his twinkling brown gaze cutting through the semi-darkness. “But?—”
“Delaney. It’s okay.” He pressed a finger to my lips. My body tingled from his touch, and even though I was exhausted and my limbs felt like jelly, I couldn’t ignore the disappointment that tonight was ending.
Still, my eyelids drifted shut.
Blake’s lips brushed against my ear as I clung to semi-consciousness.
“We wouldn’t want you to not be able to walk through the airport tomorrow, now would we?” His words were like a promise. I felt him tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, tender and soft like he hadn’t just threatened to fuck me until I couldn’t walk straight. “Just sleep right now, sweetheart.”
I gave in despite my reservations, curling into a tighter ball in our shared bed.
“Just sleep,” he murmured, and I couldn’t fight it anymore.