Jealous. Over me! Heat coursed through my veins, my dick twitching to life in my slacks as those molten golden eyes traced across my smile hungrily. His nostrils flared again, and I had to suppress a groan. “I suppose I am,” Trent agreed, not even trying to deny it. “But you’re mine, Miles Johnson, and I’m finding…” “What?” I asked, breathless. “I don’t at all like the idea of sharing you.”
