Page 50 of Craved By the Mountain Man

His eyes stay on mine.

I hesitate only a second.

“And I always thought I’d wait until I loved him.”

The words settle between us.

I know what I have just admitted.

Judging by Gavin’s face, so does he.

His hand tightens on my hip.

“Fuck, Hannah.”

“That sounded ominous.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Then what was it?”

He leans in until his forehead touches mine.

“If I take you to my bed, I’m not doing temporary.”

My heart pounds.

“What does that mean?”

His gaze does not move.

“It means if we do this, you’re mine.”

Heat rushes through me.

“That is extremely possessive.”

“Yes.”

“At least you admit it.”

His thumb moves over my waist.

“You’re still mine.”

I stare at him.

“You know I’m not property.”

“I know.”

“Good.”

“And I’m yours.”

That shuts me up much more effectively than anything else he has said.

There is no teasing in his face now. Gavin looks at me with the same certainty he brings to everything else, as if he settled this question somewhere in his own head before I knew anyone was asking it.