“Does that please you?” he couldn’t help but ask, though he couldn’t stop his teasing tone from emerging. “That I have only kissed you?” “Yes,” she told him, her tone shy even as she met his eyes boldly. He growled, her possessiveness hitting him in the gut. He wanted her to be as possessive of him as he was of her. He wanted her to covet him as much as he coveted her.
