Page 54 of By His Vow
“You’re a bad girl, Tatum Warner,” he warns darkly in my ear.
Something flickers deep in my subconscious, but the tequila is strong enough for it to be almost instantly forgotten.
Needing more, I wrap my fingers around his wrists and give him little choice but to take my breasts in his hands.
He groans, and I pant like a whore as he squeezes me with the most dizzying pressure.
“Yes,” I cry. “I need you. I?—”
My words are cut off as I’m turned around. The world spins, my vision blurring. But that’s all forgotten when my front is pinned to the hard planes of his.
“Did you want to say that to my face, baby?”
My heart stops.
Sucking in a breath, I force my eyes to focus, and I find a dark gray, designer sweater in front of me.
Cory wasn’t wearing a sweater. He…
My pulse races, my body temperature soaring to dangerous levels as reality rushes through me.
I wasn’t dancing with Cory, and I just told Kingston that I need him.
But not him.
I told him that I needed someone else.
I. Am. So. Fucked.
Swallowing thickly, I refuse to look up, shame burning through me.
How is it that just with a few words and what I’m sure is a dark glare, he can make me feel like a naughty child?
“Look at me, brat,” he demands, and the shock of his words ensures that I do just that.
My breath catches when my eyes lock on his dark and angry green ones.
I stare at him, my mouth running dry.
It’s not fair that he’s so hot. Why couldn’t God gift these looks to someone a little less…asshole-ish.
His eyes crinkle. “Because God knows someone nice wouldn’t make the most of them.”
Oh shit. Fuck.
“I’m going to ask you again, Tatum, and you’re going to give me the right answer." The way he says my name makes every muscle south of my waist clench tightly.
He leans in. My heart kicks into overdrive as his breath fans my face as if he’s coming in for a kiss.
I know he’s not, but that doesn’t stop my tongue from sneaking out and wetting my lips in preparation.
He smirks, knowing exactly where my mind went.
“Did you want to say that to my face, baby?”
The words, his voice, hit exactly the same as they did the first time he said them. They shouldn’t. I’m now aware that they’re coming out of his mouth not Cory’s, but fuck.
My nostrils flare with irritation as he holds my stare strong.