“What if I do?”
“You’re sore,” he pointed out. “And I don’t want to hurt you.”
His words were powerful, and my shoulders melted. “I know. That’s why it was you, Brooks.”
He marched toward me, reaching his hands out before he even stood in front of me. He cradled my cheeks, and I tilted my head back to receive his kiss.
His tongue plunged into my mouth.
I pressed a hand to his warm chest, curling my fingers against him.
“What does it mean?” I asked when he pulled his mouth from mine and pressed his lips to my hot cheek.
“What does what mean?”
“Being yours.”
He pulled away.
“I don’t do relationships, Freckles.”
I frowned. “Uh, okay?”
He shook his head, a slight smile on his lips. “I mean, I’ve never had a girlfriend. But I don’t want you as my girlfriend.”
“I’m so confused.”
“You don’t know my world. But a woman who gets on the back of our bike, we expect her to ride with us through anything.”
“An Old Lady.”
“Yes.”
I paused. “When Archer brought my laptop, we talked for a few minutes.”
“What did he say?”
“He told me that if I didn’t want you, that I needed to let you go.”
“But you didn’t let me go.”
“No. I gave you my virginity.” I let out a soft laugh. “I think I may be as obsessed with you as you are with me.”
“Nothing wrong with that.” He leaned down and pulled me against him, so I was flush against his chest. “Moving forward, though, we’re using condoms. We’re gonna be safe until you tell me you want a baby.”
“Hang on there, Beanstalk,” I said, wrenching out of his arms. “We’re not talking about babies.”
“Sex makes babies, Freckles. So, we need to talk about stuff like that.”
I paused. “You want . . . babies?”
“With you? Yes.”
My breath hitched.
“Plenty of time for babies later, though. Yeah?”
My insides went all gooey. “Yeah.”
