Page 156 of By His Vow

Wrapping my legs tighter, I press my heels into his ass, silently letting him know that I feel it.

“Please,” I whimper, my head falling back when he sucks on the sensitive patch of skin beneath my ear. “Kingston.”

“Fuck, I’m already addicted to hearing my name roll off your lips,” he confesses as I tug at the fabric of his shirt, pulling it from his pants and lifting it up his body.

He flinches the second my fingers touch his warm, smooth skin.

“More,” I beg. “I need more.”

“No stopping,” he murmurs, dragging his lips across my cheek and back to mine. “Never again.”

His lips claim my mine his grip on my body stopping me from pulling his shirt from his body.

Abandoning the fabric, I go for the buttons instead.

My hands tremble and I fumble with each one as our kiss gets wilder and more frantic.

My body burns red hot, my heart racing, my skin on fire.

I’ve never felt like this before. Sure, there have been plenty of guys I’ve wanted. But never as fiercely as this. It’s never been this…this powerful. This all-consuming.

The second I have the final button open, I run my hands up the expanse of his chest, indulging in his hard muscles, warm skin, and the tickle of the smattering of dark hair.

His entire chest vibrates with a moan when my hands sink over his stomach. His abs bounce beneath my touch as his grip on my hips turns painful.

It’s not enough.

My fingers find his belt and I quickly unbuckle it and pull it free from the loops.

“Take me inside,” I beg into our kiss.

He stills, our lips still pressed together, our heaving breaths mingling.

“Tatum,” he whispers, moving his head so his brow touches mine a beat before his eyes open.

My breath catches at the unfiltered desire staring back at me.

I undo his pants and slip my fingers beneath them and his boxers, but a second before I make contact with him, I’m moving.

“Kingston,” I cry as he suddenly throws me over his shoulder and spanks my ass.

“Dirty, dirty girl,” he muses as he marches into the cabin and kicks the door closed behind him.

Reaching out, I grab his ass and squeeze as hard as I can.

He rewards me by spanking me again, but long before the sting of his hit has faded, I’m placed back on my feet in front of him.

He shrugs off his shirt, letting it flutter to the floor before he toes off his shoes and pushes his pants from his hips, leaving him standing in only his black boxer briefs that do very little to hide what’s going on beneath.

My mouth waters as I stare down at the head of his dick poking above the waistband.

“Keep looking at me like that and you’ll spend the night on your knees, Tatum.”

My breath catches and my eyes roll up his incredible body. It’s not news to me that he puts as much effort into his body as he does at work. But knowing it and seeing it—feeling it—are two different things.

I sweep my tongue across my bottom lip, looking up at him through my lashes.

He smirks, shaking his head slowly.