Page 126 of Stone Vows

“I love you, too, Kyle Stone,” I say, kissing him along his strong jaw. Then I pull my head back and look up at him as something dawns on me. “We need to Google it.”

He looks at me as if I’ve fallen off my rocker. “Google what, exactly?”

“Ellie Stone,” I say. “You know, to make sure she’s not a porn star.”

His body shakes with laughter and his radiant eyes shine in the afternoon light coming through the window. “I’ll get right on that,” he says, fingering the buttons of my blouse. “But first . . .”

He swiftly unbuttons my blouse, moving it to the side. Then he pulls the cups of my bra down, exposing my breasts to his wide and appreciative eyes. He takes one breast in his hand, the other in his mouth, causing my back to arch as I push myself further into him.

I throw my head back against the pillow as I moan, my hands grasping at his shirt, my words begging him to remove it. I need to be closer to him. I need to feel flesh on flesh. I need for there to be nothing between us. Not space. Not time. Not even air.

We make quick work of removing the rest of our clothing, not caring in the least if any get ripped or wrinkled. Then we lie facing each other, side by side, taking in each other’s bodies as if it’s the very first time. It might as well be. The only other time we made love was when we were fighting. When we were drunk. When we knew we wanted each other, but were afraid of what it might mean.

Now, however, we see each other in a whole new light. The past is behind us. Our future is a clean slate just waiting to be written upon.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he says, his voice slipping over me like crushed velvet as he strokes a hand up and down my bare thigh.

“You are beautiful, too,” I tell him. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, Kyle. Inside and out. Without you . . . I . . . I don’t know what I would have done.”

“You’ll never have to find out,” he says, his teeth nipping at my earlobe. “I’m yours, Lexi. And you’re mine.”

“Say it again,” I beg, needing to savor his proclamation as his lips find mine.

“You’re mine, Lexi,” he says through our heated kisses. “You’re mine.”

His hand wanders over my chest, across my stomach, down through my soft patch of curls. I gasp when his fingers graze over my clit, teasing me as he coats it with the wetness he pulls up from beneath.

I reach down and grab his steely length. He twitches at my touch. I run my hand along him, slowly at first, then faster as he writhes against me. “Lexi, Jesus!”

We work each other until we’re right on the edge. Then he climbs down my body, making his intentions clear as he looks up and locks eyes with me. He kisses my stomach, kisses my faint silvery stretch marks, kisses my scar—the scarheso masterfully stitched to perfection.

When his mouth comes down on me, I shudder. I hold him to me, wanting everything he’s giving me. Wanting to give him everything he’s taking. Never has anything been this good. Felt this right. And as he makes me come, I cry out his name. And I know—I know it’s the only name I ever want to shout for the rest of my life.

“Kyle, please,” I beg, needing to feel him inside me.

He climbs up my body, his penis throbbing violently against me. He brushes the tip across my opening. “I want to feel you, Lex. I want to feel you with nothing between us. And if we make a baby, I’m okay with that, because nothing I’ve dreamed of accomplishing in my life will mean anything without you. Without Ellie. Without whoever else we bring into this world.”

“Yes,” I tell him, tears stinging the backs of my eyes.

He looks down at me, savoring every second of how it feels when he enters me. He kisses me and whispers words of love and longing in my ear. He takes his time with me, holding off his own release so he can build me back up with him.

“Oh, God, Kyle,” I cry, calling out his name for the second time as my walls spasm around him.

When he finally allows himself to come, he shouts out my name.My real name.That’s when I know for sure that Elizabeth is finally gone. I’ll always be grateful to her because she brought me to him, but it’s time for me to say goodbye to her. To move on to the next chapter of my life.

As if reading my mind, Kyle brings my wrist up to his mouth, kissing my tattoo. “This is only the beginning,” he says.

I nod, biting back tears of joy. “Never have I ever felt this way before, Kyle. Thank you.”

A broad grin splits his face. Then he startles me by quickly jumping out of bed. “Wait here,” he says, with a devious cock of an eyebrow.

He walks out of the room, not even bothering to put on a stitch of clothing. When he returns, his hands are full of small cups of Jell-O. I laugh, realizing what I had said a moment ago. He puts the cups on the bed and crawls back in next to me, pulling my body firmly against his.

“You forgot the spoons,” I say.

He chuckles behind me and then flips me over so I’m pinned underneath him. “We don’t need spoons,” he says, right before his mouth comes crashing down on mine.

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