Page 219 of A Curse On Black Lake
He opens the box, and I stare at it open-mouthed.
“How did you get this?” I ask him. We don’t have a jewelry store here, and he was never gone long enough to go into the other surrounding towns over an hour away.
“Online, the library’s internet cooperated with me this time.”
“That’s why you literally ran to the mailbox the other day,” I giggle.
“Yes, darlin’. I’ll tell you all about how I got it later, but I need you to—”
“Yes! I will marry you. I will make babies with you. I can’t wait to build a life with you.”
He slides the ring onto my finger and drops the box, hauling me into his arms.
“I have a question.”
“What’s that?” he asks, kissing my face.
“I’m the last of the Greers … I don’t want to lose that, and what about Lennox, and Radcliffe? You’re actually a Radcliffe.”
Killian pulls back and kisses my nose.
“I think it’s time to leave vengeance behind. I don’t want to carry the Radcliffe name, and I know that might have hurt my great grandfather, but I would hope he understands. I almost lost you because of what my grandmother did. The past needs to stay in the past. And as far as I’m concerned, my parents were Gideon and Robin Lennox. That’s my last name, and I want it to be yours. What if we combine them?” he suggests.
I smile. “Greer-Lennox?” I ask, hopping up, linking my ankles at his back.
“Perfect,” he says and kisses me until I’m breathless again.
“Can we get started on the second part now?” he asks, but he’s already carrying me towards the house.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
He grins and takes us inside, kicking the door closed behind him, and carries me up the stairs.
“Where were we?” Killian asks, dropping me to my feet.
He stops down, sliding his palms up from my knees, gathering the dress in his hands, pulling it off.
I slip my hand into his pants, and his eyes nearly go to the back of his head. He catches himself leaning in to kiss me, grunting between breaths.
“Baby,” he moans.
“Now you’re going to make love to your fiancé,” I say against his lips.
He pulls my hands from him and kicks off his jeans before pushing me backwards until I’m lying back on the bed. “I can do that,” he says, crawling over me.
Our eyes lock together, and for the first time, I lean into the future full of love I see in him.
“Kiss me, please,” I beg him.
He gives me what I want. Our mouths greedy, and bodies hungry.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he says, kissing the corner of my mouth.
“How do you think I feel?” I whisper.
Killian grunts, grabbing my hands, lacing our fingers together. He shifts his hips and slips into me. I throw my head back on a moan, everything always feels right with him.
“I love you,” he says, looking me in the eye.
