Page 319 of By His Vow

I groan, stretching my legs out and rubbing my ass back against him.

“Again?” I ask when I feel him hard against me.

“You’re naked,” he points out. “And sexy as hell,” he muses, sliding his hand from my ribs all the way to my thigh. “And all fucking mine.”

“I don’t think I can go again. Not yet at least.”

He chuckles, and I don’t need to look back to know that he’s smirking.

“I’m sure I can be talked into giving you a rest,” he teases.

“King,” I half-warn, half-moan.

I might be feeling a little sore, but that doesn’t mean my muscles aren’t tightening down with my need to feel him inside me again. And it certainly doesn’t mean that I’m not slick and ready for him.

“Does this place have a bathtub?”

“Uh-huh,” I mumble. “It has the best tub.”

“Oh god,” he groans. “What color is it?”

I laugh, knowing exactly what he’s thinking.

This place is literally the opposite of his taste. Everything is patterned, colorful, cluttered, and a little gaudy. It’s a lot to take. Aunt Lena loved it, though. And while it might not be my taste, I appreciate all the reasons why she did.

“Come on,” I say, rolling out of bed. My muscles pull and twist, reminding me that I haven’t had the full Kingston Callahan experience for way too long.

I’m at the door when I hear him moving behind me.

“Turn around,” he demands, his deep voice bouncing off the walls and making my skin erupt in goosebumps.

Doing as I’m told, I twist to face him, finding him sitting on the edge of the bed with his elbows resting on his knees.

His hair is a mess, his eyes are hooded and dark, his lips are swollen from my kisses, and there are unmistakable scratches across his shoulder.

I did that.

My heart swells as I take in my man in his most open and vulnerable state. I get this. Only me. Possibly only ever me.

“What?” I ask, my brow furrowing as he stares at me.

Or more specifically, my stomach.

“I’m just trying to imagine how you’re going to look in a few months with our baby growing inside you.”

Without thought, my hand lifts, resting just above my belly button as a similar image fills my head.

“You mean, other than like a whale who’s about to pop?” I tease, although honestly, I’m kinda scared. I’m rather fond of my stomach as it is right now.

“Never. You’ll be hot as fuck,” he says, pushing to his feet and stalking over.

Heat surges through my body as he closes in on me.

He’s still hard, and the sight of him bared for me makes my mouth water and my thighs clench.

“Dirty girl,” he muses, able to read my filthy thoughts. But before I get to act on any of them, he grabs my hand and tows me out of the room and toward the only door up here that we haven’t looked inside.

I hold my breath as he reaches for the handle and then throws it open.