Page 88 of By His Vow
“Kingston.” She gasps after pulling the top drawer open to reveal lingerie sets in every color of the rainbow. “I don’t need or want any of this stuff.”
“And yet it’s yours,” I state simply as I undo my pants and shamelessly push them over my hips then tug them and my socks off.
“I have every intention of seeing you wrapped in every inch of lace in those drawers in the coming months,” I confess as I walk toward my own side and grab a pair of gray sweats. That’s the magic ingredient when it comes to women, after all, right?
Her gaze makes my skin burn and I turn back toward her, shamelessly letting her see the goods. I might still be wearing my boxers, but quite honestly, they’re doing a pretty shitty job of hiding anything right now.
She takes her time working her way down my chest, and the second her eyes drop to my dick, I swear the electric current that races through me should be powerful enough to take me out.
How did she do that?
There are feet between us. Yet with just her presence and her eyes, she has the ability to affect me more than any other woman I’ve had the pleasure of spending time with.
“Well, you can keep dreaming about that,” she mutters, her eyes still blatantly on my hard cock.
I smirk. The words that are coming out of her mouth are such bullshit. Her body…now that tells the truth. And it’s screaming at me that it wants the same thing I do.
Finally, I bend over and pull my sweats up my legs. Putting on clothes isn’t in line with the fantasy in my head, but it’s the right thing to do.
I want her. I’ll make no secret of that.
I’m pretty sure I could have her, too.
But not today. Not while she’s suffering and feeling vulnerable.
Well…not unless she begs.
I swear she stops breathing as I step closer to her.
“Get comfortable. You’ll find toiletries in the bathroom. Meet me in the kitchen when you’re ready.”
“What if I’m never ready?” she whispers, staring up at me like I might hold all the answers.
“Then I’ll come and find you. You don’t need to worry about that.”
Leaning forward, I finally give her the kiss I teased her with earlier, although it’s nothing like the filthy, desperate type that was filling my mind. Instead, it’s a chaste one to the corner of her mouth.
Even still, her lashes flutter closed and she lets out this little whimper that makes my chest tighten and my heart thump harder.
“Relax, Tatum. This is your home now. With me.”
I take off without another word, leaving her, no doubt, with her head spinning and her heart pounding.
Fuck. I know mine are.
There is only one thing I know for certain right now.
These next twelve months are either going to be the very best or the very worst of my life. Only time will tell which way it’s going to go.
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TATUM
The sound of Kingston’s footsteps fades as he hits the bottom of the stairs, and I finally kick my heels off.
Inhaling a deep breath, I count to five before I release it again in the hope it helps ground me.
Today, I’ve gone from watching my father get lowered into the ground, to getting tipsy while pretending to grieve, to standing in the closet of my new home with my soon-to-be husband showing off his new lingerie purchases.