Page 116 of The Twins

“Life.” His frown deepened. “You’ve become a part of me, earlier, when you didn’t want me…I can’t do that. I have to have you. Always.”

My heart squeezed, and my throat constricted with emotion. I knew how he felt because it was how I felt, too. My eyes misted.

“Baby. Don’t cry.” He stroked my cheek tenderly.

“Happy tears,” I said, “I’ve been so unhappy, since my mother…and then…and now…you. You’re here, in my life.”

“So let’s make it official,” he said. “Let me prove to your brother, and your father, that I’m the man for you. Marry me.”

“What?”

“You heard.” His cock stiffened inside me. “Marry the fuck out of me, and I promise you’ll be cared for, satisfied, and loved forever.”

“But the university?”

“Can fuck off if they have a problem.” He raised his eyebrows. “The only problem I see is…”

“What?”

“You haven’t said yes yet.”

“You…you’ll have to ask my father.”

“I can do that.” A muscle flexed in his cheek. “I’ll do whatever is necessary to make you mine, Chelsea. You must know that.”

I stared at his handsome face, looked right into his soul. A beautiful, proud, intense soul I wanted connected to mine forever. “Yes! Yes, I will marry you. Even though you have a fondness for spanking and are horribly bossy, I will marry you.”

He grinned, a rare, totally unguarded smile that went right to his eyes. “Then you’ll just have to learn to behave, won’t you.”

We joined in a deep, passionate kiss that had our bodies rocking together again, searching from more pleasure and another release.

Happiness swarmed through me. Never in my wildest dreams, my most outrageous fantasies had I thought I’d marry my crush—the hot professor who’d stolen my dreams—but it was a truth. It was going to happen, and I knew that life would always be a walk on the wild side, a flirt with danger, and for the criminologist in me, that was just fine.