“What do you want, Jamie?” My forehead rests against his, our eyes locked on each other. “Tell me you missed me,” he says. “Tell me you wanted to see me, even if it’s a lie.” “It wouldn’t be a lie.” Tilting my head, I ghost my lips over his. “I missed you. I want you.” My lips press roughly to his. “I’ve never wanted someone so badly.” Jamie deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding inside and swallowing my moans.
