“Dal—”
“No, Jewel,” he cut her off. “I will tell you over and over if I must. I am yours and you are mine and with that comes certain rights. You have the right to touch me whenever you want or need to. And I, Little Dove, have the right to touch you whenever I want or need to.”
To his surprise he heard her whisper, “You’re right, you do.”
“What?” He asked as he looked at her. “Why do I get the feeling you aren’t telling me something?”
Jewel let out a resigned sigh. She rolled over onto her stomach and turned her head to face him. She lifted the back of her shirt and his breath caught at the sight of her creamy skin.
“You’ll have to pull the waist of my jeans down a bit.”
His eyes widened at her words. “I thought you wanted me to control my need of you, Little Dove. Inviting me to be
