Page 89 of Cold as Stone
“I love you,” he whispers as he enters me, slow and deep.
“I love you too,” I whisper back.
We move together in perfect synchronization, building toward something that’s more than just physical release. This is connection, communion, the deepest expression of what we mean to each other.
When I come, it’s with his name on my lips and my eyes locked on his. He follows me over the edge, burying his face in my neck as he empties himself inside me.
Afterward, we lie tangled together, breathing hard and utterly spent.
“That was…” I start.
“Perfect,” he finishes.
“I was going to say earth-shattering, but perfect works.”
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Tonight was perfect. All of it.”
“Even the part where Bones nearly dropped me during that hug?”
“Especially that part. Gave me an excuse to be possessive.”
I laugh, turning in his arms so I can see his face. “You don’t need an excuse for that.”
“Good to know.” His expression grows serious. “Are you happy, Kya? Really happy?”
“Happier than I’ve ever been in my life,” I tell him honestly. “I have you, I have the bar, I have a family. What more could I want?”
“A ring on your finger?”
I sit up, staring down at him. “Are you serious?”
“Deadly.” He sits up as well, taking my hands in his. “I love you, Kya Sullivan. I love your stubborn streak and your smart mouth and the way you take care of everyone around you. I love thatyou came back to this town and made it better just by being here. I don’t want to wait for someday. Marry me.”
Tears blur my vision as I stare at this man who’s become my everything. “Lee…”
“I know it’s fast,” he says quickly. “I know we’ve only been together a few months. But I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. You’re it for me, Kya. You’re my home, my family, my future. Say yes.”
“Yes,” I say, throwing my arms around his neck. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, future Mrs. Armstrong.”
“Future Mrs. Armstrong,” I repeat, testing how it sounds. “I like it.”
“Good,” he says, pulling me down for a kiss. “Because you’re stuck with me now. Forever.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
We fall asleep wrapped around each other. I dream of a future filled with motorcycle rides and bar crowds and the kind of love that lasts forever. When I wake up, Lee is still there, still mine, and there’s a ring on my finger that’s proof this isn’t a dream.
I’m home. And I’m never leaving again.
EPILOGUE
KYA
Five Months Later
