Page 96 of By His Vow
“Yeah,” I confirm, leaving little room for argument. “Now go and get in bed. I won’t be long.”
Turning my back on her, I shed my boxers before stepping into the water.
She doesn’t leave, preferring to watch me wash.
Reaching for my shower gel, I squirt some onto my palm before rubbing it over my body.
My cock bobs before me, desperate for attention. But as hot as it would be to jerk off right here and now with her watching, I refrain.
The second I reach out to turn the water off, she turns and bolts from the room.
I’ve still got a smirk playing on my lips as I wrap a towel around my waist and march out of the bathroom.
I find her standing at the windows, staring at the sleeping city before us. And she’s still there after I’ve found a clean pair of boxers.
I’d usually sleep naked, but something tells me that might be pushing it too far tonight.
One day…
“Come on, baby. It’s time to put an end to this day.” I don’t mean for it to sound as depressing as it does, and I regret the words instantly.
I pull the sheets back and climb into my side and wait.
She spins around and studies me.
“Tatum?” I ask when she doesn’t make a move to join me.
My heart rate picks up at the thought of her refusing to sleep here.
She glances back at the stairs and then at me again.
I’ve no idea what kind of decision she makes in that moment, but I soon discover that whatever the reason, she makes the right one.
The second she tucks her thumbs into her sweats, I stop breathing, waiting for her to reveal more skin to me.
Sure, I’ve seen almost all of it before. But changing her when she’s passed out drunk and watching her get undressed are two very different things.
Her sweats hit the floor, revealing the tiniest pair of black lace panties I’ve ever seen.
Fuck. She is not playing fair with those.
She takes a step forward and every muscle in my body pulls tight.
“Turn around,” I demand.
“W-what?”
“Slowly, spin around. I want…I want to see.”
Her eyes narrow but after a second, she surprises me by doing as she’s told for once.
I guess she doesn’t need to fight it when she knows that what she’s going to reveal would knock me on my ass, if I weren’t already on it.
“Fuck,” I breathe when I get sight of her ass and that teasing strip of lace that disappears between her cheeks.
My fingers twitch with the need to pull it free and drag the sinful thing down her thighs.
All too soon, she’s facing me again and climbing into bed.