Savannah
I was enjoying the stories my uncle was telling me about my mom, but the second Jameson’s lips landed on mine, creating those wonderful sparks, my mind went fuzzy.
All I could think about was the way those luscious lips of his were massaging mine. It blew my mind how he could so easily distract me from everything else around. Wanting his lips to stay where they were, I reached up and tangled my fingers in his silky hair, as I eagerly returned the kiss.
After several seconds, Jameson pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against mine before he affectionately murmured, “I missed you, love.”
While nuzzling my nose against his, I whispered, “I missed you, too.”
Jameson pecked one more kiss on my lips, then he pulled one of the chairs close to the
