Page 4 of Vows of Love


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Grabbing hold of my patience, I shrugged. “I doubt it would cover you to my satisfaction. Besides, I like seeing you in my clothes.”

Brie bit down on her plump bottom lip and rolled her eyes, but again, I could see the merriment sparkling in her baby blues.

I pushed to my feet and held out my hand. Staring straight into her eyes, I did not bother to hide my intentions.

She glanced at my hand, then back to my face, clearly contemplating her next move. We both knew what would happen if she accepted my offer.

Slowly, she placed her palm in mine, and I held in a sigh of relief. I helped her to her feet, then bent over and grabbed her bag, slinging it over my shoulder.

“I can take that,” she insisted, reaching for her tote.

“We should probably get one thing straight right now,” I said in reply, using my hold on her hand to pull her body in close. “I take care of what’s mine. That means I carry your bags, open your door, spoil you rotten, and anything else I think you need.”

Brie’s eyes darkened, and her nipples puckered, poking through her bikini top and my shirt. She licked her lips, and I couldn’t help groaning as I pictured that plush, wet mouth wrapped around my cock.For fuck’s sake.I needed to get a damn grip.

Her breathing had become choppy, and she inhaled deeply, clearly trying to calm down. But I didn’t want her to. I wanted her hot, needy, and desperate for the pleasure only I could—only I would—ever give her.

“I need to take it back to my room,” she explained softly. Her voice didn’t sound convincing, and she didn’t attempt to take the bag. “Where do you want to meet for lunch? I’m not sure what to change into.”

“What you have on is just fine for my plans,” I told her as I tucked her arm into mine and began walking us toward the entrance to the hotel. “You won’t be wearing it long,” I murmured. I didn’t know if she heard me. She gave no indication either way.

It was the middle of the day, so the lobby bustled with guests headed to their activities. I deftly steered us through the crowd until we reached the bank of elevators.

The growing tension between us was thick, and I wondered if the people around us could feel it. Our attraction practically crackled in the air like electricity.

Finally, the doors to the elevator on my right slid open, and I guided Brie to the back. People crammed in like sardines, and I was afraid someone might feel the evidence of my desire for Brie, so I moved her to stand in front of me.

I didn’t care if she felt my big, hard cock pressing against her ass. In fact, I grinned when a shudder passed through her curvy body. Bending my head, I buried my face in her soft, coconut-scented curls.

“Damn, you smell good,” I muttered, just loud enough that only she would hear me. I was willing to bet my football team that she tasted just as delicious.

As we ascended, the car began to empty. By the time we reached my floor, only one other couple remained in the space with us. I raised my head and moved to Brie’s side, slipping my arm around her waist.

My eyes strayed to the young couple, and a growl rumbled in my throat when I realized the man was staring at my woman. Brie glanced up at me curiously, but I barely noticed because my eyes were glued to the little shit eyeing my girl’s curves with lust on his face.

At my sound of displeasure, he tore his gaze from Brie to look at me. Obviously, he understood my murderous scowl becausehe immediately glanced down and turned to the woman he was standing with. She looked up at him with an expression of adoration, then held out her left hand and admired a sparkling diamond on her ring finger.

The asshole slung his arm around her, and that was when I saw the gold band on his own finger. I wanted to vomit, then beat the shit out of the sick son of a bitch. But Brie was my number one priority, and I didn’t want her witnessing a brawl—let alone being this close to one. Nor did I want to risk ending up in jail.

So I kept my hands to myself as we exited the elevator. But just as the doors were about to close, Brie spun around and stuck her hand out to hold them open. “You can do better than this creep,” she told the girl, then stood back and let the doors silently come together before the car whooshed out of sight.

I took her chin between my fingers and raised her face so I could grin down at her. “Nicely done, baby. And sexy as hell.”

Brie’s cheeks turned pink, and her eyes sparkled with pleasure. “My mom and dad made sure I knew how to recognize a creep when I see one,” she shared. “I’d love to get married and have kids, but if a man doesn’t look at me the way my dad looks at my mom, he’s not worth it. I’ll wait for one who does.”

Her answer just proved, yet again, how perfect she was for me. But it wasn’t the time to get that serious, so I resumed our trek to my room as I queried, “Your parents are still in love?”

“Disgustingly so,” Brie replied with a laugh. “Thirty-seven years together and nine kids, but they still act like newlyweds.”

It was clear from her tone that she loved them and admired their relationship. Apparently, I had a lot to live up to, but I wasn’t worried. Brielle had become my obsession from the minute I first saw her, and I had no doubt it would only grow through the years.

Again, I was reminded of my friend Justice. He and his wife had been together since she was eighteen and had a gaggle of kids. I was willing to bet he would get along great with Brie’s dad.

We finally reached the end of the hall, and I retrieved my phone from the pocket of my trunks. “Nine, huh?” I asked as I unlocked the door with the hotel app. “And where are you in the lineup?”

“Number seven. I have two younger brothers. One three minutes and the other a little over a year.”

“You’re a twin?” I asked and pushed the door open, gesturing for her to enter first.

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