Page 162 of By His Vow

Kingston was like a man possessed.

Talk about going from zero to sixty. Jeez.

It was worth the wait, though.

My core clenches as I think back, and the ache that comes from the move is enough to let me know I’m going to be feeling the side effects for a while.

I don’t think I’ve ever had a night like it.

No. IknowI’ve never had a night like it.

It wasn’t just the insanely good sex, either. Yeah, that was mind-blowing in all the right ways, but it was so much more. The reverent way he touched me, the emotion in his eyes as he stared down at me. It was…all-consuming.

But as much as I want to revel in the way he holds me close in his sleep, my need for the bathroom means I have no choice but to slip from under the dead weight of his arm.

He moans and shifts as I climb from the bed, but he doesn’t wake.

I watch him for a few seconds, unable to keep the soft smile from my lips.

He looks so much…nicer in his sleep.

The hard expression, the impenetrable eyes are long gone. Although, if I’m being honest, I haven’t seen either of them since I woke up here.

He’s…he’s been an entirely different person. A person, I hate to admit, that I quite like. He’s sweet and thoughtful, funny and vulnerable. All the things he isn’t in Chicago. All the things I didn’t think he could be.

Moving before he catches me being a creeper, I scan the room. It’s the first time I’ve seen him surrounded by chaos. And by chaos, I mean our discarded clothes.

Reaching down, I swipe his shirt from the floor and shamelessly lift it to my nose. Breathing in, I revel in his manly scent as it floods my senses. All the hairs on my body lift as goosebumps race over my skin.

His scent alone shouldn’t have such a visceral effect on me, but I can’t help it. One sniff and everything from last night begins playing out in my mind like a high-definition movie.

And fuck, it was hot.

Pulling his shirt over my head, I let the soft fabric float around me as his scent fills the air.

With my heart beating wildly in my chest and every muscle in my body aching, I rip my eyes from the sleeping man before me and pad through to the bathroom.

I do my thing before stepping up to the sink and reaching for my toothbrush.

Looking up, I find that my eyes are alight with happiness—or it might just be the post-orgasm glow I haven’t experienced in a while, I’m not sure. My hair is a wild mess. Honestly, I look like I’ve been dragged through a hedge backward. My lips are still swollen from all the kisses, and my neck and chest look a little like I’ve been mauled by a dog.

My heart continues to race as I lose myself in memories, the giant diamond on my finger glittering under the bright spotlights above me.

I’m so lost in my own head that I don’t notice someone else walk into the room, so when a large pair of hands land on my hips and lips brush the side of my neck, I shriek around my toothbrush.

My eyes find his in the mirror, and even without seeing his mouth, I know he’s smiling.

“Good morning, baby,” he muses, his voice raspy with sleep.

“Hey,” I mumble around my toothbrush before it’s pulled from my mouth. “Hey,” I repeat, only for an entirely different reason this time. “Oh my god,” I gasp in horror. “You didnotjust do that?”

My stomach turns over as I spin around and reach formytoothbrush that is now insidehismouth.

He moves before I can make contact with his hand, and I find my arm pulled behind my back before he pins me against the counter with his hips. His naked hips.

Oh god.

My stomach rolls again, but this time it’s not in disgust but desire.

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