Page 155 of By His Vow

Plucking it from its velvet cushion, he holds it out for me.

“Kingston, that’s…massive.”

He smirks, and I roll my eyes, knowing exactly what’s coming next.

“That’s what they all say. But it’s yours now, baby. Enjoy it.” He winks, and a laugh tumbles from my mouth.

“Such an idiot.”

He shrugs as he slides the stunning ring onto my finger. It’s cool and heavy, and…so beautiful.

My chest tightens as I stare down at it. The meaning behind it, even if it is fake, still feels too real.

A lump crawls up my throat and tears burn the backs of my eyes.

I’m engaged.

One of the moments every girl dreams of, just happened to me.

I knew it was coming. It’s fake.

But still, it feels magical. It feels?—

My thoughts vanish in a heartbeat as Kingston surges to his feet. His huge hands cup my jaw as he steps up to me, the heat of our bodies melding together before he drops his lips to mine.

Everything stops.

His fingers twitch. It’s the first sign that he’s not going to pull away this time.

The second is the delicious sweep of his tongue across the seam of my lips, silently begging for entry.

My knees give out and I stumble backward. But he’s right there, pulling me back into his body with one strong arm locked across my back.

“Don’t fight me, baby,” he whispers against my lips. “I can’t hold back any longer. I need you.”

All the air rushes from my lungs and he makes the most of my parted lips.

His tongue plunges into my mouth, searching out mine.

The second they collide, all bets are off.

My fingers sink into his hair, his hands drop to my ass, and we lose ourselves in each other.

It’s been a long time coming. We’ve been dancing around this for days now, and it’s just as electric as I thought it would be.

I gasp when he lifts me, sweeping my feet right off the ground as if I weigh nothing more than a feather.

He moves, but I don’t pull away from his kiss to look where we’re going. With any luck, it’s the bedroom.

My ass presses against something and he releases his grip on me, his hands skimming up my waist, making my back arch for more of his touch.

His lips move from mine, kissing a wet trail along my jaw and then down my neck.

My eyes flicker open, and I absently notice that I’m on the railing. But despite knowing I could fall back and probably break my back any second, I don’t release Kingston and hold on.

Instead, I make the possibly stupid decision to trust him. After all, it doesn’t feel like he’s going to let go anytime soon.

“Fuck, Tatum,” he groans, his hands pressing against the small of my back, ensuring we’re pinned together tight enough that I can feel him hard and ready against me.

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