Page 37 of Tempting the King

And I’m all about her security.

Still, I’m going to make sure she has everything she wants from now on.

Her fingers trickle down the column of my neck as I focus on those fucking lips, fixing my hands on her ass and digging in. When her palms flatten over my heart, wedding bells begin to ring inside my head.

“Your energy is softer today,” she mouths in that warm whisper that has my balls and dick throbbing for her.

“There’s a part of me that will never be soft again, now that you’re in my life, baby.”

Her liquid warmth seeps into my sweats. I thought of dressing up or changing things up today, but she picked out my clothes at the store yesterday, so she’s got an appreciation for my gray sweats. Anyway, they’re comfortable as hell, and give my dick room to do his thing.

“King.” She lowers her forehead to mine and I feel her conflicting emotions.

“Baby, leave all that professional ethics shit behind. You’re the one who is all about emotions, about feeling them and letting them out. But you won’t even do that for yourself.”

I harden my grip on her soft ass. I know what she needs.

Slipping my hands up, I pinch the hem of her t-shirt before she even knows what’s happening, and strip it up and off her head, her curly hair flying around her face as I toss it across the room, burying my face into her cleavage.

“Wait—”

There’s no wait in me. I’ve got my fingers working the back clasp of her bra, flicking the little eye hooks like a maestro. Her bra falls from the lush weight of her tits before she can get another word out, and I grin as I strip the straps off her arms. “You try to control everything. Keep it all in order so you can feel safe.”

I buck my hips as my mouth clamps down on a taut nipple, licking the tight flesh as she hisses on a breath.

“Yes. I have to. You can only count on yourself.”

“Not true anymore. You can count on me baby.”

I lock my eyes on hers, rolling her nipples between my fingers, making her cry out. A chink of her armor falls away, and I see a little girl’s hope spring into her eyes. And I know with sudden clarity, there’s no way I’m making it out of here today without getting my dick inside her.

The ache below my waist nearly doubles me over as a streak of sunlight cuts across her bare flesh, highlighting her perfection. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but for once I think maybe God is on my side.

“I don’t know if I can.”

“All you need to do is keep your eyes on me,” I tell her.

Her breathing is shallow and fast as I cup her cheeks, fingers strapped around the back of her head.

“You got that? Your only job is to keep your eyes on me and do as I say.”

She nods. “Yes. Please.”

Her words are choked, like I’ve touched her in a painful spot as she arches her back, her tits jiggling in front of my lips.

The relief in her eyes makes me feel like I could conquer the world. How it is I’ve only known her for two days—three, if you count fighting for her in the restaurant—I have no idea, because I feel soul-connected to this girl in a way I didn’t know was possible.

She tucks her chin to her collar bone as an idea comes fully formed in my mind. “I brought you a gift.”

She answers with a blink as I lean in and claim her mouth. Our tongues seek each other out as I wrap my arms around her waist, tugging her against me, leaving no room in between.

In a flash, I’m on my feet as she yelps into our kiss. Spinning, I lower her back down onto the sofa, easing back and admiring the woman I know someday very soon will be my wife.

I want at that little sweet juicy peach between her legs.

“Stay,” I order, tapping her nose with my index finger.

“But—”

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