Page 94 of By His Vow
When she returns, she takes one look at the fresh drinks and rolls her eyes, although she doesn’t comment.
She drops back down onto the couch, but she’s noticeably closer to me than she was previously.
“You okay?” I ask as she grabs the new blanket from behind us and pulls it over her legs.
“Cold,” she says simply before pressing play on her program again.
I’ve kinda figured out what’s going on, but I’m having a hard time focusing on it. Everything is hard—pun intended—with her here in my apartment with me.
It’s weirdly comfortable, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
“Are you going to look at this?” she asks when my cell lights up on the coffee table.
I glance over and smother a moan when I see Mom’s name.
She does too and I cringe. She’s aware of my strained relationship with my mother but it’s not something we’ve delved into yet, and I’m more than happy with that.
“Nope,” I say before silently reaching out and dragging her even closer.
“King.” She gasps as I tuck her into my side and wrap my arm around her. But nothing else follows. Instead, she just gets comfortable and continues to watch.
Hours pass as we move silently from one episode to the next. We both get up to use the bathroom, but when we return, we’re still close, still touching in some way.
“God, that feels good,” Tatum moans as I pick up one of her feet that’s resting in my lap and press my thumbs into her arch.
My dick instantly hardens as her moans of pleasure fill the air, and when I glance over at her, I find that I’m not the only one affected by my innocent massage. Her chest is heaving and her nipples are pressing against the fabric of her tank.
“King,” she groans, sinking farther into the couch, her eyes still glued to the TV.
Her other foot shifts and grazes my dick, and I swear it nearly fucking goes off from that simple touch alone.
I’m in fucking trouble here.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, making me realize that I’ve been too focused on watching her than anything else.
When I still don’t move immediately, she turns to look at me. “King, wha—” She swallows whatever she was about to say the second her eyes find mine.
Something electric sparks between us and everything else fades into the background.
Her foot moves again, but this time, I don’t think it’s a happy accident.
I grit my teeth as I try to talk myself down from pouncing on her like a feral, horny animal.
“Tatum, are you being a brat again?” I warn.
Her lips part, her breath rushing past as she considers my words.
“You wouldn’t want me any other way.”
She grazes me again, and this time I have to shut my eyes, instantly giving away just how close to the edge I am already.
So much for my fucking reputation.
Dropping one hand, I grip her ankle, stopping her from moving by holding her against my aching length.
“You’re asking for something I can’t give you, Tatum,” I explain quietly.
“From what I’m feeling, I think you can.”