Page 269 of By His Vow
Kingston hasn’t attempted to say whatever it is I felt like he was going to confess on Sunday night, and I’m relieved.
It might have been nothing, but the look in his eye and the pain that was oozing from him made me believe it was a hell of a lot more than nothing. And not just that, but something I am nowhere near prepared to hear.
The feelings floating around are enough, but words...
I shake my head, trying to clear my thought so I can find some rest.
It’s Sunday night again, and another work week is looming.
Kingston has worked all weekend. He’s exhausted. His eyes are dark, the circles beneath them bruised and swollen.
Miles is the same, and it twists me up inside to know that he’s returning to an empty home at night. I wish I could be there for him too, but Kingston is monopolizing my time. I just have to hope that Miles is finding relief from it all somewhere.
I lie there for hours listening to his shallow breathing, relieved that he’s managed to get some rest, all the while it eludes me.
I’ve no idea what time I eventually drift off, but when Kingston’s alarm goes off the next morning, I’m nowhere near ready. Nor is he, if the groan he lets out before turning it off says anything.
No sooner has the noise vanished does his arm wrap back around me, holding me tightly.
“Can’t we just stay here for the day?” he asks, his voice rough with sleep and sexy as hell.
Despite my exhaustion, my body wakes up at the sound of it.
“If only,” I whisper. “Just think, we could have still been on our honeymoon right now.”
“Don’t,” he warns. “I promise, when we go, it’ll be fucking epic.”
“It better be,” I tease.
Silence falls between us and I begin to think that he’s drifted back off to sleep when my own alarm starts.
“Okay, okay,” he moans before finally releasing me and climbing out of bed.
I roll over and shamelessly watch as he stretches his arms above his head, making the muscles of his back and ass pull and stretch.
Delicious.
Suddenly, he turns around and instead of ass, I get an eyeful of his morning wood.
“Morning, Mr. Callahan,” I tease.
“Shower with me, Mrs. Callahan? Send me into the office happy and ready for the day?"
I want to refuse, but then I look up at his exhausted, hopeful eyes and I can’t.
He needs me, and I’m powerless but to agree.
Throwing the covers off, I stalk around the bed toward him. I’m wearing a tank and panties, but from the way he’s watching me with hunger darkening his eyes, you’d think I was already naked.
The second I’m within reaching distance, he pulls my tank up my body before his mouth descends on an already peaked nipple.
“Kingston,” I gasp as his hands skim over my waist and push my panties from my hips.
“You make all of this bearable, baby. I wouldn’t be able to do it without you right now.”
It’s bullshit. Men like Kingston don’t need a woman to help them get through. But I appreciate the words all the same.
Once I’m breathless from just his mouth on my breasts alone, he takes my hand and guides me into the bathroom before backing me up in the shower and wrapping my leg around his hip so he can push inside me.