Page 302 of By His Vow

“Kingston,” she whispers as if saying it too loud will make me disappear again.

I swallow, refusing to allow my nerves to get the better of me.

“Tatum,” I greet, holding myself from rushing toward her and pulling her into my arms where she belongs.

“W-what are you doing here?” she asks, anxiously picking at her nails.

“I’ve come to find my wife,” I state simply.

She shakes her head, but I ignore it and take a step forward, the magnetic pull I feel toward her stronger than ever.

The second I’m standing before her, the warmth of her body seeps into mine, and I sigh in relief.

Reaching out, I cup her jaw, tilting her head back so she has little choice but to hold our eye contact.

“B-but you signed?—”

I don’t let her finish that sentence or even the thought. Instead, I press the length of my body against her and slam my lips down on hers, taking what I’ve been craving for the past two weeks.

She doesn’t move to start with, she’s frozen against me, and for several painful seconds, I fear that she’s going to push me away.

Her hands lift and press against my chest, and I prepare myself to be forced back, but then…

But then her lips move against mine and her body sags.

I catch her, banding my free arm around her back, pinning her against me as her lips part, allowing me entry.

A deep groan rumbles in my throat as I swipe my tongue into her mouth, desperate to taste her.

Her hands side over my shoulders before her fingers sink into my hair, twisting tight as if she never wants to let go again.

We make out like teenagers, all tongues and teeth and very little finesse as we remind ourselves just how good we are together.

With my cock growing hard between us, I’m powerless but to reach down, grab her ass and lift her from the ground.

Her legs wrap around my waist a beat before I press her against the side of the cottage, ensuring she can feel what she’s doing to me.

“Kingston,” she gasps as I grind against her pussy, my lips dropping to her throat.

“It’s been too long. I missed you, baby.”

“Oh my god,” she gasps as I grind myself against her, letting her feel just how true my words are.

I lave at her neck, sucking, biting, kissing; all the things I’ve been dreaming about.

Palming her breast, I lose myself in her taste, in the feel of her curves against my body, her scent, her kiss.

“We need to go inside before I fuck you right here,” I mutter against her lips as my body spirals out of control.

“King,” she moans, her hips rolling in time with mine, letting me know that she’s fully on board.

Thank fuck for that.

I’ve no idea what I’d have done if she’d refused to have me here and sent me away.

“I need you, Tate. Fuck. I need you so bad.”

Pulling her from the wall, I easily take her weight as I carry her inside through the door she emerged from not so long ago.