Page 144 of By His Vow
His eyes bounce between mine and my lips.
Kiss me.
My heart races, my temperature spikes, and my mouth runs dry as I think about how easy it would be to take our innocent kiss from last night to the next level.
The pull to him is too strong and I stretch up, lifting onto my toes, but right before I get to do anything, he releases me.
“The sun is going to start setting soon,” he says before capturing my hand and turning to walk back down the hill.
Disappointment sits heavy on my chest as I trail behind him.
Being rejected for a second time in twenty-four hours stings badly, I won’t lie. But I know it’s for the best.
If we act on the attraction building between us, then I’ve no idea where it’s going to leave us.
Business deal.
Business deal.
Business deal.
The sun is setting by the time we get back to our cabin, casting the air around us in a beautiful pink-orange hue.The second I see it in the distance, I begin hobbling faster, tears of relief burning the backs of my eyes.
The temperature has dropped significantly, and my skin is covered in goosebumps.
“Wait there,” Kingston demands after pulling his boots off and marching into the bedroom.
“Sure thing, boss,” I mutter, saluting him behind his back, swallowing my threatening emotions finally being back causes.
“Don’t think I can’t hear your sass,” he shouts back.
“I’d be disappointed if you couldn’t,” I counter before limping to the kitchen to find some alcohol and something to eat.
I want a shot of vodka, a packet of chips, a chocolate bar...some kind of naughty snack after all the miles we’ve done, but I come up short-handed.
I don’t want a fucking carrot stick. Jesus. This man is certifiable.
Settling for a bottle of water and an apple, I defy orders and go in search of him.
No sooner have I stepped into the bedroom does the scent of something floral hit my nose. The sound of running water fills my ears, but it’s not the same as the shower last night.
I come to a stop in the doorway and stare at him as he stands in front of the massive bathtub, watching it fill with fluffy white bubbles.
“I’ve always seen you as more of a shower man, if I’m honest,” I tease.
His shoulders tense, the fabric pulling tighter across them. “Do you ever do as you’re told?” he asks without turning around to look at me.
“Nope. Where’s the fun in that?”
He shakes his head before wrapping his hand around the back of his neck and rubbing his muscles.
I take a step forward, the pull I feel toward him too powerful to stop me.
Suddenly, he spins around and his gaze locks on mine.
“It’s for you. Relax,” he says before slipping around me and moving toward the door.
“W-what about you?” I stutter, hating how disappointed I am that he’s not going to get in with me.