“Tell me you’re mine,” Sierra,” he said in a demanding voice. “Tell me that I’m the only man you want.”
Because I was a little impaired, I couldn’t quite figure out what was wrong with him.
And somethingwaswrong.
We’d never really discussed monogamy, but he should know that I’d never look at another guy.
I didn’twantanother guy.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he grumbled. “I just need to know that you’re mine.”
I fought to get my hand from between our bodies and lifted my palm to his face.
Was it really possible for a man like Asher Remington to be uncertain about how desirable he was to me?
If he was insecure, it was nothing for me to reassure him.
“I’m yours, Asher,” I whispered. “I’m so crazy for you that other men don’t exist for me anymore.”
His body relaxed a little. “Men were looking at you because you look like a temptress tonight. I didn’t like it.”
Wait? What?
Was Asher Remington actually…jealous?
First, I wasn’t model gorgeous. I was passably pretty at best. I had nice breasts, and I was in decent physical shape, but him worrying about men looking at me was ludicrous.
Second, he obviously didn’t notice that women checked him out with covetous looks in their eyesall the damn time.
Especially here in Austin.
Cole and Asher had been well-known here, so a lot of women recognized him.
Asher was hot.
He was a billionaire.
And he was ridiculously successful.
Okay, there were times when those women looked a little too long that I felt a little covetous myself, but I knew it was something I needed to get used to if I wanted to date Asher Remington.
Never in a million years had it occurred to me that Asher might feel the same way.
Men really didn’t look at me that way.
“Do you have any idea how many women ogle you whenever you’re in public?” I asked him.
“I don’t care. I don’t want them, and all they want is my money,” he said gruffly.
I snorted. “I’m a woman. I guarantee they want more than your money.”
“You’re the only woman that exists for me, Sierra,” he said huskily before his lips came down on mine.
I pulled my other hand from between our bodies and wrapped my arms around his neck.
The kiss was blatantly possessive, but I savored that domination.
