I ground my teeth as he stepped forward, and Brielle leaned away from me to take a tentative sniff.
“Umm… cologne? I don’t know. You smell nice, but—”
“But not as nice as him, am I right?”
“Right.”
That had a rumble of pride rattling through my chest, and she startled on my lap. God, she felt good. Her warm thighs were pressed down tight against my lap, and I had to resist the urge to press up into her heat. So close, and yet so far.
I knew without a doubt she’d be paradise, but I hadn’t earned her yet.
I would, though, if it killed me. Whatever it took to get her to accept my bond, my bite, my d**k… I would do it. Just having her on my lap was enough to make me never want to let her go, never let her look at another male again. She was mine, and the sooner she realized it, the bette
