Page 314 of By His Vow
“Tatum,” I say, stepping closer to her and wrapping my arms around her body. “I realized something in the past two weeks.” She stares up at me with her big blue eyes that always suck me right in. “My home is wherever you are.”
Her eyes fill with tears and her bottom lip trembles.
“Please don’t cry. It’s meant to be a good thing.”
“It is a good thing,” she agrees, her voice cracked with emotion. “I just never thought?—”
“You didn’t think I’d come for you? You thought I’d sign those divorce papers and forget about you? You thought you didn’t change every single thing in my life?” I offer up. “Baby, you’re it for me. Our marriage might have started out as a commitment to secure us other assets, but fuck all that. The only thing I want now is you.”
Her tears finally spill over and I catch them with my thumbs.
“I think…I think I need to show you the bedrooms now,” she says through her tears.
"Oh yeah?” I ask.
She takes a step back, grabs my hand and leads the way once more.
Every single stair creaks on the way up, as well as the floorboards once we hit the top floor.
“Master,” she says, throwing a door open to reveal the ugliest bedroom I’ve ever seen in my life. The comforter alone gives me a headache. Thankfully, we move on fast, and I can only hope there’s a less trippy room that we can make the most of. I’m all for enjoying a high, but fuck me, that was a bit much.
Thankfully, the next one is a little tamer, the third is Miles’s room, and the fourth?—
“This is your room,” I say, releasing her hand and stepping farther into the pink room. It’s the girliest thing I’ve ever seen with pink fairy lights strung up everywhere, pillows covering the bed, and a heart-shaped rug on the floor.
It’s very different from the room I remember her living in at her parents’ house. This is a little girl’s room. That was…an adult’s room designed by adults.
“What gave it away?” she teases.
“Well, Miles was never really a pink kind of guy.” She moves closer and I rip my attention away from the room in favor of her. “Have you ever had a boy in your room, Tatum?”
She bites down on her bottom lip and shakes her head.
“Nope. I’m not that kind of girl, Mr. Callahan.”
I smirk. “Oh really? That isn’t what I’ve heard,” I mutter as I crowd her small body with mine.
“You shouldn’t believe rumors, Mr. Callahan,” she teases.
“Oh, these aren’t rumors, Mrs. Callahan. I think you’ll find I have first-hand experience.”
Sliding my hands up her body, I trace her sinful curves before pushing the hoodie from her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor at her feet.
A moan rips from her throat as I cup her braless breasts and squeeze.
“Kingston.”
“I think we need to christen your new house, baby. Let it know it’s got a new owner.”
Before she gets a chance to say a word, I drag her tank from her body, exposing her chest.
Ducking low, I suck one of her peaked nipples into my mouth as I work her leggings and panties from her legs.
“Naked,” she demands, tugging at my t-shirt and attempting to rid me of it.
Reaching behind my head, I pull it free as she goes for my jeans, popping the button and shoving them and my boxers down my thighs.
My hard dick springs free and she licks her lips before sinking to her knees and sucking me into her mouth.