Page 17 of Tonight's the Night
“You can’t take my bikinis away from me,” I laugh. “You can’t stop me from going to the beach. You can’t stop me from going to class and you can’t stop me from having my ownlife.”
“Just know that if I catch anyone looking at you therewillbe a problem. I might just have to punish you for prancing around other men wearing justscraps.”
I bite my lip as my bodytingles.
“Promise?”
“I promise. So does this mean you’re moving in withme?”
“Yes,” I say, blinking away a few tears. “But I have onecondition.”
“Tell me what it is and we will make ithappen.”
“I want us to tell Emily about us. Together. I don’t want her finding this out by accident. It has to be on ourterms.”
He steps toward me and takes my face in his hand, brushing a stray hair behind myear.
“I wouldn’t have it any otherway.”
He crushes his lips to mine and I squeal as he grabs my ass and makes me wrap my legs around him. He carries me to the stairs and keeps kissing me as he strides to the second floor like he owns theplace.
Hedoes.
And he owns me, too. My heart, my soul, my everything. He alwayshas.
“Let’s go figure out what room we want to be ours,” he says against my lips. “There are three that can be considered themaster.”
“Soundsperfect.”
“You know, there are five bedrooms in this place,” hesays.
“We might have to christen all of them to figure out which one wewant.”
“I like the sound ofthat.”
He puts me down and I find my footing easily and watch as he stalks toward me again, licking his lips and unbuttoning hisshirt.
Tonight is going to be a goodnight.
