Page 150 of By His Vow

Oh my god.

I’m pretty sure my eyes roll back, it’s so good.

“Fuck,” he breathes, shifting a little in his seat.

I lick my lips, making the most of having his heated stare on me.

“Eat,” I say. “It’s so good.”

His eyes jump between mine and my lips before he mimics my move, sweeping his tongue across his bottom lip before murmuring, “What’s on my plate isn’t what I’m craving.”

How I don’t drop my knife and fork on the table, lie back, and offer myself up for his dinner, I don’t know.

“Do those lines actually work for you?” I ask innocently.

“They sure do. And they’re working like a charm right now.”

“Pfft. So full of yourself.”

“I’d rather fill you.”

“King,” I warn, trying to discreetly rub my thighs together under the table.

His eyes drop and my cheeks blaze.

He knows.

Finally, he picks up his cutlery and begins eating.

I do the same but it’s hard to focus on the delicious food with the air so thick with tension around us.

“Dessert?” he asks once I’ve placed my knife and fork together on my plate.

My eyes drop from his in favor of his body.

I can’t really see any of it with the table between us, but I’ve seen enough now to be able to use my imagination.

“Not yet,” I say before picking up my champagne and draining the glass.

It’s my second, and I can already feel the buzz in my veins.

“We’ve got all the time in the world,” he says.

After abandoning the dirty plates inside, he returns and leaves the door to the cabin open, letting soft music spill out into the night.

I expect him to retake his seat, to continue to drive me crazy with his dirty talk and dark, hungry eyes.

I’m torn between thinking he’s winding me up for his own amusement, or building me high so that when we finally collide, it’s mind-blowing.

The devil on my shoulder is hoping for the latter, while the angel who tries to keep me on the right track is trying to convince me that it’s the former.

It’s the simplest way to handle this…transaction.

It may be the simplest, but if I’m being honest with myself, it isn’t what I want.

But he doesn’t make it to his side of the table. Instead, he stops in front of me and holds his hand out.

“If you think I’m going hiking now, you really need to reconsid?—”