Page 168 of By His Vow

I shake my head, losing the fight with my self-control when he’s so close, when he’s hardening again inside me.

Rolling me onto my back, he lifts my foot to his lip and trails kisses down my sole. It tickles, but it also burns in the best kind of way.

“See,” he says, thrusting forward and ensuring he hits that magic spot deep inside me. “Sensible never feels this good.”

“Kingston.” It’s meant to come out like a warning, but I fail miserably.

Dropping my foot, he falls over me, his hands landing on either side of my head, pinning me in place.

“Give me another one, baby. Let me feel how much you love my dick before we have to return to reality.”

My heart sinks into my stomach and my eyes dart toward the clock on the nightstand.

Fuck.

He didn’t wake me just for a middle-of-the-night fuck. We need to leave.

Disappointment trickles through my veins.

I’m not ready.

Returning to the city means leaving all this behind.

An unexpected lump crawls up my throat.

Sensing my imminent breakdown, Kingston’s eyes search mine. It terrifies me what he might see staring back up at him, but I’m powerless to conceal it.

I already know that he’ll demand I open my eyes if I try and hide it.

“Tatum,” he whispers, dropping lower, his nose brushing mine.

“Don’t,” I croak, embarrassed that I’m on the verge of tears while he’s deep inside me.

I tell myself it’s exhaustion and the effects of one too many orgasms, but I know I’m lying to myself.

It’s more than that.

He’s more than that.

“You’re incredible,” he murmurs before stealing my lips in a filthy, all-consuming kiss.

The bright lights of the city shine in the distance and the knot in my stomach tightens.

I’m not usually an anxious person, but returning after our weekend away…everything feels…I don’t know. Wrong, I guess.

Or maybe right.

Fuck knows. I’m so confused by everything.

I shouldn’t have enjoyed the weekend with him as much as I did.

I shouldn’t have delighted in discovering a different side to him.

I shouldn’t want it to continue as much as I do.

But I can’t help it.

I fear that Kingston has lured me into his trap, and it’s going to be harder than I ever appreciated to escape.