Page 41 of Cold as Stone
“Hey yourself.”
“You good?”
I nod. Maybe too quickly as the world tips a fraction. “I’m… very hydrated.”
His mouth twitches, and he slides his arm around my waist. “You ready to go home?”
I nod again. This time slower. “Yeah.”
He glances at Poppy and Andi. “I’m stealing her.”
“She’s all yours,” Poppy says, still dancing. “Just bring her back next week.”
Lee keeps a careful hand on my back as we weave through the crowd. By the time we make it to my car, the night air is cool on my flushed skin.
“We’re not riding?” I ask, disappointed.
“Babe, you can barely stand.”
“You’ll catch me.”
He smirks. “Always. But I’m not risking you getting gravel rash.”
A low rumble of an engine sounds behind us, and I glance back to see one of the prospects pulling up in a beat-up truck.
“I asked him to follow,” Lee says, nodding toward the prospect. “That way we can drop your car home.”
Lee opens the passenger door of my car and helps me in.
When he slides into the driver’s seat, the car is quiet except for the low hum of the engine and the pounding of my heart.
“Thanks,” I murmur, not entirely sure what I’m thanking him for.
He reaches over and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers grazing my cheek. “Anytime, baby.”
The drive back to my house is slow, taking far longer than the fifteen minutes it should. Lee’s hand rests on my knee, sliding slowly up my thigh.
By the time we pull into my driveway, I’m aching.
Lee parks, gets out, and is already at my side, helping me out as if he’s a gentleman—which feels dangerous coming from a man who’s looked at me like a sinner all night.
We walk up the front steps together, his hand on the small of my back.
At the door, I fumble with the keys, nervous.
“Kya.”
I pause, looking up at him.
He leans in, slow and sure, his hand cupping the side of my face. “You wreck me. You know that?”
My breath catches. “Lee?—”
His mouth claims mine.
The kiss is deep and slow, deliberate. A promise. A question. His other hand slides to my waist, pulling me closer, and I melt into him, clinging to the front of his shirt like it’s the only thing keeping me upright.
When we finally break apart, I’m breathless. Dizzy. Wanting.
