Jacob needed to acknowledge it, to both her and himself, before they could begin to address any of their problems.
"I believe you understood from the moment we met that I would be envious of anyone who gets close to you," Jacob confessed, his hands subtly moving up beneath her top, attempting to divert her attention from his words.
"You were aware that I would be possessive as well," he added, gently nibbling on her earlobe.
Francine could sense his smug grin when a moan slipped from her lips.
"What are you seeking from me, Jacob?" She found herself asking more questions. It might disrupt the moment, but she needed to comprehend what he saw in her, what he desired from her. She didn't want this to be solely about the mate bond. She wanted him to desire her for who she was.
She was awa
