Chapter 27
EMMA
"We need to talk," he says.
"Yes, we do." I reach up and touch his face, feeling the muscle jump beneath my fingers. Suddenly, I’m very conscious that I’m standing in their kitchen in his shirt without a stitch underneath.
His blue eyes trail down my body like he’s thinking of the same thing. He pulls me closer, his hand sliding into my hair.
"You're mine," he says, his voice rough. "You know that, right?"
I should probably object to the possessiveness in his tone. Should probably remind him that I'm my own person and make my own choices.
But I don't, because standing here in his kitchen, wearing his shirt, having just lied to Sheriff Garrett to protect him—I am his.
And he's mine.
"I choose you," I say, meeting his gaze. “That’s stronger than just being yours.”
Luke clears his throat. "So, uh, should we give you two some privacy, or...?"
Jake doesn't take his eyes off me. "Get out."
Mason's already moving toward the door, with Luke right behind him. "We'll be in the barn if you need us."
“We won’t,” Jake says.
Mason snorts. The door closes behind them, and then it's just me and Jake in the quiet kitchen.
Before I can ask what’s next, he lifts me onto the counter and steps between my thighs. My legs wrap around his waist automatically, and I grasp his shoulders.
His eyes go dark as they take me in, then his mouth is on mine—hot and demanding and absolutely devastating.
Claiming.
He’s making a point, showing me I’m his now—all the way.
For better or worse.