Page 56 of The Biker and the Professor
He doesn’t seem pleased with my decision, but it doesn’t matter, because it’smydecision, and it’s so freeing knowing that.
“You're sure about this?” he asks.
“Implicitly.” I touch my palms to his bare chest. “I want to go out in public with you. I want to be able to push the trolley in the supermarket aisle with you. I want to go out and dance with you without worrying that someone is going to see us and report us. I want tolive my life with you. And be proud of my super-hot, super-badass, twenty-year-old boyfriend, who, for reasons beyond me, thinks I’m the sexiest woman on the planet.” I pause, then correct myself, “Oh, sorry, you'retwenty-onenow.”
“Also the most beautiful woman on the planet,” he reminds me with a leer, making me blush. “So what will you do for work?”
He doesn’t know that I have enough money in my accounts to last me through a dozen lifetimes, so I suppose his concern for me is warranted. “Well, I plan on opening a wine-cream shop.”
His eyebrows shot up. “A what?”
“A wine-cream shop,” I repeat, pinching his chest. “You know, ice-cream, but with wine.”
He’s shaking his head. “I don't get it.”
I laugh, too happy, too excited. “You don't need to. You don’t like wine anyway. Cookie is helping me with it. She’s already helped me with my permit.”
His face is still tired, but the mirth in his eyes is winning out. He reaches around to grab and squeeze my ass through my shorts. “So, just to be clear, this bullshit breakup is over?”
“Correct.”
“And you’re stillnotin love with me, right?”
Sending my eyes to the heavens, I reply, “Quit asking me to lie to you.”
“Dammit,” he swears with mock disappointment, right before he flips us so he’s on top. “I’m moving in.”
My cheeks hurt from grinning too hard. “Damn right you are. I’m not leaving you here to the wiles of big-butt Leyana. I’ve already unpacked your stuff.”
Peace settles on his face and he just stares down at me for a long, long moment. “You already know, right?”
I nod. “But I still want you to say it.”
Lowering his head, he brushes his lips against mine. “I…” He kisses my left cheek. “...love…” He kisses my right cheek. “...you…” He kisses my nose. “...so…” And then my lips again. “...hard.”
Then, he kisses me hard, depleting the breath from my lungs. Clawing his way to my soul.I love him so much.
When he finally breaks the kiss, both of us panting, I tell him, “Thank you.”
He kisses the side of my mouth. “For?”
“For letting me choose you on my own,” I reply. “My whole life I was manipulated into making decisions that I thought were my own. For the first time ever, I feel like I’m in control of my own life. And it feels...fucking amazing.”
“Mouth, Professor.” He admonishingly taps two fingers to my lips. “Hate it when you curse.”
I arch an eyebrow at him. “Seriously?”
His hand shifts down and palms my breast. “So, Fiji, huh?”
My breath is quickening now as he squeezes, kneads, and caresses. “Yep. It’s going to be so glorious.”
“Nah,” he says, lowering his head to nip my lip. “Glorious will be the day you give birth to my kid.”
As he ensnares my mouth in a kiss once more, I think,I can’t freaking wait.
Epilogue
Toni
