Page 185 of By His Vow

The door unlocks the second I press my hand to it, and I rush inside.

Her scent lingers in the air and my mouth waters.

The sweetness of it melts some of the anger that has me in its tight hold as I march through the living room.

The lights are off aside from a lamp in the corner, but I don’t need light to illuminate my way around my own home.

My foot collides with something on the floor that goes scooting across the wood flooring and disappears under the couch.

Before Tatum, I’d have had to find what it was and put it where it should be. But all I can think about right now is her. Fuck whatever I just kicked under the couch. If it were important, it wouldn’t be on the floor.

The huge clock on the wall catches my eye as I move to the base of the stairs.

It’s late. Too fucking late for a Monday night. But it’s a bit too late to do anything about it now.

I pause and weigh my options.

The hurt in her eyes earlier tells me that she’d have retreated to the guest room again.

But there was more than hurt. There was anger and frustration too. And those two usually lead to Tatum’s defiance.

Making a decision, I lift my foot and begin climbing the stairs, praying that I know my fiancée as well as I think I do.

Silence greets me when I get to the door, but I quickly find that the blinds have been closed, and upon closer inspection, there’s a Tatum-shaped lump in my bed.

I might still be frustrated by her actions earlier, but knowing she’s in my bed, waiting for me does things to my body.

In record time, I’ve shed my suit and thrown my boxers in the laundry.

She can be as mad as she wants, but I refuse to put a barrier between us.

I take a piss and brush my teeth. I want to say that my movements are fluid and easy, but honestly, the whiskey is hitting harder than ever.

I stare at myself in the mirror as I stand at the sink and smirk. My eyes are wild.

Fuck. I really hope my girl is about to be as wild in my bed.

My cock stirs as I remember how filthy she was this weekend.

Fucking perfect is what she was.

Annoying little Tatum Warner…who’d have thought it?

She grew up to be a fucking seductress extraordinaire.

Abandoning my toothbrush, I flick the light off and blindly make my way to the bed, my cock rising higher with every step I take.

Waking her up and pushing myself inside her feels like a year ago now.

I need it again.

I need to feel her tightness, her warmth wrapped around me, sucking me deeper.

Approaching the bed, I reach out for the covers and gently pull them back.

My knee hits the mattress, and I’m about to lower myself down when a weird hissing fills the room.

Too confused to register it, I continue.