“Listening to him talk about you made me want to come home and take you just to prove to myself that I could. Does that make me jealous, Gwen?” My heart hammers against my ribs, and I lick my lips, meeting his wild gaze. “I think it does.” His hand slides up my side, palming every curve before slipping to the back of my head and fisting my hair. “And what the hell am I supposed to do about that, huh?”
