Page 122 of No Apologies
“Again.”
“I love you!”
He broke when she screamed and the climax stole through her body. She tilted her head back and bellowed the words to the ceiling. They echoed off the cement walls of the studio and he wondered briefly if they could hear her next door. He wouldn’t mind if they did though he suspected Remy would give him hell because it would undoubtedly embarrass the shit out of Rachel. Even still, he basked in knowing that it was just another form of claiming this beautiful, smart, strong woman as his.
He unleashed everything that had always been pent up inside of him. All of the love and hope and joy that he’d never known even existed, he gave it to her. It belonged to her and only her. It always had.
“Love you. Love you. Love you.” Every stroke had him uttering the words that had saved him.
The rest of his world fell away as the climax stole through him and he groaned as Skylar’s body took him deep. It was all them, just the two of them. That was all that mattered. Not his last name. Not the ongoing threats. Not her family and whether or not they would welcome him. Those were all small details that didn’t matter because they would get through it. So long as they had each other they could get through anything.
He collapsed against her as his strength left him. Skylar wrapped her arms and legs around him and gave a contented sigh that wrapped around his heart as well. He struggled to pick himself up but since she wouldn’t release her hold on him he simply lifted her as well and then changed their position, sitting in his chair with her in his lap.
Skylar kissed his collarbone, “Mmm, do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?”
He smiled against her hair, “You and me, this? Or you and me and this chair, this?”
She giggled, “I’ve been fantasizing about this chair since the first time I sat in it.”
“Well, technically this is a new chair. The old one got ripped up in the attack.”
“Smartass.” She nipped at his skin and then soothed the sting with her tongue, “You know what I meant. It feels like I’ve dreamed of this forever.”
“Keep telling me your dreams, angel. I’ll keep trying to make them come true.”
“You already have. So many of them, you already have.”
“You’re my dream.” He admitted as he played with her hair. “Whenever I thought about the future, it was always you I saw.”
“It was?”
“Always. My glorious someday was when I could allow myself to have you. The someday when I was free of Decker’s fists and Lincoln’s threats. You gave me that. You set me free.”
“No, I just believed in you. That’s all.”
“It’s more than anyone before you ever did.”
“I’ll keep on believing in you. Whatever you want, whatever you want to be, we’ll build it together.” Skylar sat up enough to look him in the eyes, “You just have to talk to me and not shut me out. I’m here and together, we can be whoever we want to be.”
Heaven. He was half worried he’d died and gone to heaven. Because Skylar really was his angel. She’d saved him and she’d given him a future, something to look forward to. She saw past all the bad to the good parts of him too.
He brushed her hair back softly, “What if I want to be a husband someday?”
She smiled, “I thought now was our someday?”
“It is.”
“Then yes. If you’re asking, the answer is yes.”
Colt brushed a kiss across her lips, “I think permanently carving my name into your skin is probably a little past the point of no return, Sky. But I will ask, for real. I’ll get you a ring and we’ll do it up right. I promise. I’m not proposing while we’re naked.”
She laughed, “Why not? Cash did.”
“Hmm, you girls have been telling tales again.” He tickled her and she squirmed, “The way I heard it, he proposed and then they got naked.”
“Details.” She settled back against his chest with a contented sigh.
He tipped her chin up until she met his gaze, “There’s something else I want to be someday, Sky. I didn’t think I ever would, not considering the bastard I had as an example. But I’ve seen how happy just the idea of it makes Cash and I want it too. I want it for us.”
