Page 98 of By His Vow

Just me and him and this burning chemistry between us.

It’s been building since we signed that paperwork, and it doesn’t seem to be diminishing.

Maybe we need to do this.

Maybe if we give in, it’ll put the flames out and we can then focus on what’s important. Surviving the next year together.

My brain misfires, forgetting everything I was just thinking about when Kingston exhales, sending a rush of warm breath over my neck and chest before his hand slides downward.

Oh my god.

Heat rushes to my core, the pulsating between my thighs becoming almost unbearable.

I stop breathing. All I can think about is his hand moving lower.

Then it does. Slowly. So fucking slowly.

I don’t know if it’s because he’s testing me, giving me a chance to stop him, or if he’s just teasing me.

I’m never going to find out, because I’m not asking him. Now isn’t the time for words.

I need actions.

I need them so fucking badly I could cry.

Today has been…a lot.

The alcohol has worked to a point, but I need more. I need a bigger distraction—one that will turn my body to goo and send me off into a blissful sleep.

And then he’s there, his fingertips dancing along the edge of my panties.

How I don’t moan or beg for him to continue I don’t know.

My body burns up and I shift, brushing my ass against his length again.

He’s big. I knew that from the gossip. But seeing the way he tented his boxers earlier, feeling his thickness beneath my foot…it’s more than I imagined.

He pushes beneath my panties and I bite down on the inside of my lips to stop me from crying out in delight.

“Fuck,” he groans, his lips pressed against my shoulder again when he discovers how wet I am. “You need me, don’t you, baby?”

I don’t respond. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

The way he circles my clit with the perfect pressure, at the perfect speed, I forget words even exist.

Shamelessly, I part my legs, giving him the access he needs to do the job properly.

“Dirty girl,” he muses darkly, although he immediately takes advantage of the situation and pushes two fingers inside me.

Finally, a moan spills from my lips.

It’s too good. His thumb is on my clit and his fingers are inside me.

My body is strung so tight that all I can do is ride the waves and wait to be washed up on shore, exhausted and satisfied.

“Oh god,” I moan, rolling my hips in time with his thrusts.

“That’s it. Be a good girl for me and let me feel you coming on my fingers.”