Strings of the Heart (Runaway Train #3)(95)

“Besides the privacy, what else would it be good for? A tax write-off?”

Brushing my hand across his cheek, I smiled. “I want to give you a home, Rhys.”

His expression momentarily darkened. I could tell from the emotions flickering in his eyes that he was reliving some of the painful aspects of his past. More than anything in the world, I wanted to help him move past all that—to give him a future filled with happy memories. “Let me give you a home, Rhys,” I repeated.

“You already have.” Covering my heart with his hand, he said, “Right here.”

Tears filled my eyes as I leaned over to kiss him. I let all the love I had for him pour out in those kisses. When I finally pulled away, Rhys smiled at me. Brushing his thumb across my cheek, he asked, “You won’t go crazy decorating it with frilly pillows and lace shit everywhere, will you?”

With a grin, I teased, “I can’t make any promises.”

He groaned. “Just don’t make it so over the top that my man card gets revoked by the guys.”

“I won’t. I like your man card, and your manhood, too much to do that.”

A devilish look twinkled in his eyes. “You do, huh?”

“Mmm, hmm.”

In a flash, Rhys rolled us over to where I was on my back. “I think I know how to solve that problem about you not being able to walk today after too much sex.”

“Oh, what’s that?” I questioned breathlessly, as he ground his growing erection against my core.

“I’ll just have to carry you,” he replied with a wink.

“My pervy, yet chivalrous, knight in shining armor. You’ve been looking out for me since I was just a kid.”

Rhys’s teasing expression turned serious. “And I’ll never stop. Ever.”

Deep down, I knew he never would. Although times might get tough and the path might be rough, we would somehow have our happily ever after. Our heartstrings were irrevocably intertwined.