““You need to know one thing, sweetheart.” “What?” Her hands froze on my abs. “I would kill my own cousin.” “What?” Her expression turned horrified: Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. “I would.” I shrugged. “He knows you aren’t his to touch, you aren’t his to want.” “And I’m yours?” Oh great, now I’ve pissed her off. I gripped her face between my hands and kissed her mouth softly. “Yes. Whether you like it or not, we belong to each other. I’m as much yours as you are mine—I don’t share. I want to freaking murder anyone who even so much as looks in your direction, or at your shoes, and damn if I don’t hate those boots that Chase got you. I want to consume you. I want to be the one that puts a smile on your face. I want to be the one that teaches you pleasure—me. Not anyone else. Sharing you—even by way of my cousin, who I trust more than anyone in the world—has to be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.””
