My heart stopped. Literally. For a full three beats, and when it started up again, it felt as if it might pound out of my chest.
"No," I practically yelled in Frankie’s ear and grabbed his hand so hard it hit the top of his desk.
Frankie dropped his hand, and his other fingers dug into the skin above my ribs. "Make no mistake, Shiloh, I do nothing halfway. If you’re mine, you have to be mine."
So many unspoken words were left between us. I licked my lips and nodded, understanding what he meant. Mostly. I wasn’t sure he realized it went both ways for me.
"I want to stay."
He shook his head as if he didn’t believe me. "Do you? If you’re gonna be my woman, you live in my house and wear clothes I buy, and if anyone asks how you feel about me, you respond with a true devotion of love. I’ll make you scream every night, but only for me. Look at me and say that’s what you want."