Page 227 of By His Vow
He groans deeply before confessing, “I can still taste you on my tongue.”
“Oh god,” I whimper. “It was real.”
He chuckles. “Baby, no dream is that good,” he mutters arrogantly. “Just a taste of what’s to come tonight. I have every intention of ensuring you don’t regret anything about what we’ve done today.”
I blink, trying to clear the cloud of lust that’s descended over me.
“We’re going to have so much fun.” His fingers grip my jaw and he turns me to face him, his lips attacking mine once again.
I’m vaguely aware of a knock filling the room, but I’m too lost in Kingston’s kiss to pay much attention.
I’m given little choice but to focus though when my best friend’s amused voice hits my ears.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” she teases.
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TATUM
The rest of the day is a blur of disbelief, graciously accepting everyone’s congratulations and well wishes for the future, and being teased within an inch of my life.
I thought I was needy for Kingston when Lori interrupted our heated make-out session in one of the hotel’s offices, but that was nothing. Since the moment we were announced as husband and wife, Kingston seems to have made it his sole mission to have my entire body vibrating with desire.
All the way through having our wedding photos taken, he was whispering filthy things in my ear, ensuring his seemingly innocent and romantic touches drove me to the brink of insanity. Any second we’ve managed to steal for ourselves, he’s pushed me against a wall or a desk or anything he can find and kissed the living daylights out of me, all the while telling me how incredible I look, but also muttering about how much better my wedding dress will look on the floor of our suite.
By the time we’re instructed to take to the stage for our first dance as a married couple, I’m about ready to claw my own skin off with my need for his touch.
With all eyes on us once again, Kingston leads me toward the dance floor. My entire body trembles as we take our places. If anyone can see it, they probably assume it’s nerves. Well, anyone but Lori and Cory. They have both delighted in teasing me relentlessly all day. They know me well enough to know why I’m so antsy, and it is not helping the situation.
Kingston’s hand grips mine tightly while the other slips innocently around my waist, tugging me harshly against his body.
“Been waiting all day for this,” he whispers the second his cheek presses against mine.
“Really?” I deadpan as the music wraps around us.
While I’m in his arms, protected by this enigma of a man, it’s easy to think it’s just the two of us, that the rest of the world ceases to exist around us.
“What? Did you think there was something else I’ve spent all week fantasizing about other than dancing with my wife?” he mocks.
“Dancing, sure.”
“I was just picturing it without clothes and definitely with a few fewer eyes on us,” he confesses as we move together as if we’ve been doing it all our lives. Dancing with him is effortless in a way that I’m not sure life with him is going to be.
We might find this calm moment where we can just be, like the weekend at the cabin. But they’re only the calm in the storm. The rest of the time, we’re bickering and driving each other crazy with our stubbornness and unwillingness to bend.
With his lips against my ear so that no one can hear or even lip-read, he continues. “I’m going to undo each of these little buttons running down your back,” he explains as his fingers bounce over them. “And then watch as your dress sinks to the floor around you.”
Oh my god.
“Your breasts are already heavy with need. I can tell without having to remove your clothes, and I already know how fucking incredible they’ll look with your nipples hard and begging for my mouth.”
My thighs clench and my eyelids lower as I imagine him wrapping those lips around me.
Desire floods my core, ensuring that my already ruined panties are damp again.
Damn this man.
He shouldn’t have this potent effect on my body with just a few words and an innocent touch.