I pull her away from the door, turn her toward it and slap her ass. “Come on, lets get back. There’s somewhere you need to see.”
Her eyes light up as she looks at me over her shoulder and I know one thing for sure.
I’m fucking gone for this woman.
CHAPTER 15
EZRA
“Okay,” I turn around in the living room of the Victorian house that I never could have anticipated being Titus’ home.
I really don’t know what else to say. This house is perfect.
The only thing I wouldn’t have picked is leather for the couch. I’m not into sticking to my furniture if I’m snuggling under a blanket in pajama shorts. And, yes, I do that.
But I can work around leather on the couch.
The first floor is mostly open. I love the large dining room that flows right into the kitchen. The table in the dining room is huge, and I can picture having a family dinner around it. Or holiday meals.
The kitchen is just as nice; it’s all clean lines and stainless steel. The large island helps to keep the spaces defined, and I can easily see myself drinking a cup of coffee at the island while working on lesson plans. I try and push the image away.
It’s almost too sweet and far too easy to picture.
“What do you think?”
I turn back toward Titus. When I really look at him, his nervousness is obvious. It’s kind of cute to see the big, bad boy biker Prez feeling vulnerable. He shifts from one foot to the other.
“I don’t know Titus,” the tone of my voice makes it sound like I haven’t already fallen in love with this house.
While tapping my chin, I look around the room, taking it in again while keeping an eye on my biker.
He sounds genuinely offended when he asks, “What do you mean you don’t know?”
“It’s really beautiful,” I breathe out, the truth slipping free because it’s simply not worth it to mess with him.
Not when he’s looking adorably uncertain.
His eyes light up when I look over at him and smile. “Did you really think I wouldn’t like it? This house is wonderful,” I assure him.
“I wasn’t sure if it would be your style,” he winces slightly with his words, like he’s admitted more than he wanted to.
I walk toward him slowly, taking my time, loving the way his eyes roam over me with every step. I’m not sure my hips have ever swayed so much. It wouldn’t surprise me if I look ridiculous, like a cockeyed donkey, but he’s looking at me like I’m the sexiest woman he’s ever seen.
“I’ll be honest with you,” he swallows hard when I pause, “I would change the couch fabric to something a little softer. Other than that, I think this place is beautiful. If the rest of it is like this, I’m not upset about staying here.”
Titus laughs and shakes his head while I stop in front of him. The way his fists clench at his sides tells me just how much he wants to reach for me.
“Are you hungry?” He nods toward the kitchen, the movement nervous. Interesting. “I was thinking I could make something. You barely ate any breakfast. Then you can settle in. Or I could give you a tour now?”
I look around, see the stairs, and bite my lip. “I’m curious,” I admit. “I’m also hungry.” While considering if I should tell him why I didn’t eat much this morning, I pause. When I look back up at him, his gray eyes are locked on my mouth. “I was a little scared about going to my place. You said it was safe, and I believe you. I was still nervous about it and couldn’t really eat breakfast.”
His eyes soften along with his voice, “The rest of the house will be there. We’ll go with food first. If you want to check it out, you can. On the first floor there is a bathroom, my office, a laundry room, and another room that would be a good craftroom for you when you bring everything. There’s nothing in there right now.”
His words are casual, but I still find myself staring at him. Did he just offer me a room in his house to put all my crafting shit?
Marry him.
Holy shit. Nope. That is not what I should be thinking right now.