“Wow, you’re getting awfully possessive for a man who’s only been in my life for a few short days,” she giggles.
“You’re the kind of woman a man gets possessive over. Now tell me I have you. Tell me you’re mine,” I growl, nipping along the column of her neck.
She looks down at her chest flattened to mine and then back up at me. “I think I’ve been yours since you approached me at the exhibit. Don’t make me regret this.” The sincerity in her voice rings loud and true.
“Now, let me take you to my bed.”
Running her hands over my shoulder and arms, she leans in to press her lips to mine. “I like the sound of that.”