Page 82 of Cold as Stone
Finally, it’s just me, Ginger, and Steel.
“I’m putting in a good word with Stone about you,” Ginger tells Steel as we pull up to her and Tank’s house.
“Thanks, Ginger.”
She leans over and kisses his cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark. “You’re gonna be a great brother someday soon.”
Tank appears, scooping his drunk wife into his arms. “Have fun, baby?”
“The best! Steel was amazing! Can we keep him?”
“He’s not a puppy,” Tank laughs, nodding at Steel. “Thanks for keeping them safe.”
By the time Steel pulls up to my cottage, I’m mostly sober, the cool night air having cleared my head during the drive.
“Thanks, Steel. For everything tonight.”
He gives me a rare full smile. “Lee’s bike is here.”
I look, and sure enough, there it is parked by my door.
“Get some sleep, Steel.”
I exit the vehicle as Lee opens my door. He leans against it, arms crossed, one leg folded over the other as he smirks at me.
I wanna ride that man like a stripper pole.
“Yes ma’am,” Steel says. “And Kya?”
I glance back at him.
“Have fun.”
He drives off with a knowing smirk, leaving me standing in my driveway, heart racing with anticipation. The night is quiet except for the distant sound of Steel’s car fading away.
I watch Lee watching me, a shiver of desire snaking down my back.
Time to rock his world.
19
KYA
Lee pushes off from my doorframe as I approach, uncrossing his arms with that lazy confidence that makes heat pool low in my belly. The porch light casts shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the fullness of his lips.
“Have fun?” he asks, voice low and rough.
“The best.” I sway slightly on my heels, the tequila making me brave and reckless. “Steel was our designated driver. We made him stop for nuggets.”
“Nuggets?” He’s fighting a smile, and I want to kiss it off his face.
“Sixty of them.” I step closer, close enough to smell his cologne mixed with leather and the night air. “But I’m done talking about nuggets.”
His eyes darken as I reach out, running one finger down the center of his chest, feeling his muscles tense under my touch.
“Kya—”
“All night,” I interrupt, circling him slowly, my fingers trailing across his shoulders. “All night I danced with my girls. Had men offering to buy me drinks, trying to get my number.” I stop behind him, going up on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “And all I could think about was you.”
