Page 23 of Making Their Vows
I sniffle. "Well, you're doing a really freaking good job." I lean in and press my mouth to his. I'm not going to fight this. All my life I've wanted this man, and I'm finding out he's felt the same.Our parents manipulated us to get what they wanted, but that stops now. We deserve a future after they took years from us.
The kiss quickly deepens, and I moan into Blake's mouth, his fingers tangling into my hair.
"Wife," he breathes out in a warning, and I love the neediness I hear in it. "I want you to enjoy your tea party. Not destroy it by me bending you over onto this table."
"That sounds—" I lick my lips. "Nice."
"Nice," he chuckles. "There will be time for that tonight. The night is young." Blake pours me a cup of tea. "You did a lot of teatime in Europe."
"I did." I watch as he adds two cubes of sugar and then a touch of milk, followed by a drop of honey. Teatime wasn't a thing for me until I'd gone away for college. Mabel did it every Saturday. "How do you know all these things?"
"I didn't want to part with you. It was hard, and I might have done things you won't be happy about."
"Such as keeping tabs."
He places a few finger sandwiches onto my plate.
"Yes," he admits. "I should be embarrassed or have shame over the things I've done. All the check-ins, speaking with your professors and the guards.” My brows rise. "I might have been closer than you know more than a few times."
"Blake." A small gasp leaves me, but not in shock; it’s more likeTell me more.
"I wanted to see your room and try the restaurants you favored so I'd know."
"So you'd know?"
"For when you came home. I suppose I had this idea that we'd easily slip into husband and wife. If I wanted to make that seamless for you, then I should know all about you. The foods you like to eat, the shows you watched." A smirk forms on his lips. "The books you read."
"Blake." I smack his shoulder. "Breaking into my dorm room and stalking me is one thing. Going through my e-reader is a whole other story,” I half tease.
Only because I'm a bit shy about my reading habits. They are rather dirty. A few were so dirty I had to download them from the website that hosted those types of books.
"It helped me deal."
"You missed me that much?"
"Yes," he says without hesitation as he brings a tiny sandwich to my lips. I take the bite, loving how intimate it is for him to feed me.
"Is that why you thought the stalking and spanking would be okay?" I lift one brow.
"I know some things are meant for books only. Pure fantasy, but it did give me ideas of where I could venture toward. I see how wet you got selling yourself to me."
"Oh God," I gasp again. That was rather tantalizing.
"I know that's play, and I want to play with my wife." I can't stop myself from kissing him again. When it breaks, we both have to gasp for air.
"I'm so pissed at my parents. Do I have to face them at some point?"
"You're asking me?"
"I want to hear what you think."
"They still believe you're at school. They asked if I would be joining them for the graduation."
"Are they on their way there now?"
"Probably. I told them I wasn't interested in going."
"I suspected they were,” I say dryly.
