Page 75 of Make Me Swoon

“I had Sylvie like that.”

“How is she doing, by the way? I’ve seen Finn around the gym and he mentioned that she was back to work now.”

“Yeah, I talked to her the other day and she said that she was feeling back to normal already. Then I got sick so I haven’t talked to her recently.”

“You’re feeling better now though, right?” he asks, reaching over and feeling my forehead.

I roll my eyes but let him take my temperature.

“Yeah, still tired but the nausea has passed.”

“Good,” he says, his fingers trailing down my cheek and a new awareness snakes through me.

We’re alone. No buffer. Nothing stopping me from doing something that could jeopardize my new job and home.

And yet I don’t care.

“I like you,” I blurt out and he grins at me, his brown eyes melting like chocolate.

“Good, because I like you too. A lot.”

The Lion Kingplays in the background, forgotten, as Jameson leans forward, capturing my lips with his.

His lips are firm, like the rest of him, but still soft and they mold to mine perfectly. I don’t know when my hands landed on his chest or tightened into fists in his shirt, but I can’t seem to get them to release the worn fabric.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you,” Jameson says as he pulls back to look in my eyes and I nod, my head in a daze that I can’t blame on the flu.

“Me too,” I say and then he’s back, his hands tangling in my hair as he pushes me back against the couch cushions and goes to battle with my mouth.

His tongue licks across the seam of my lips and I eagerly part for him. I’ve been dying to know what he tastes like but I can’t focus on that. Not when his hands tighten in my hair, angling my head just right.

I moan, wrapping my own hands around his neck and letting him take control. One of his hands drops to my waist and then I gasp as I feel his skin against mine at my hip.

When his hand starts to skate up my back, I pull away and suck in some much-needed air.

“I wanted to take it slow with you,” Jameson whispers against my lips in between kisses and I hum in agreement.

“We should do that,” I half moan as he kisses his way down my neck.

“Uh-huh,” he says against my skin.

The sound of tiny footsteps breaks through my lust-filled fog and I push Jameson back, using his surprise to sneak out from under him on the couch and leap to my feet. I’m just smoothing down my hair when Faith comes padding into the room.

“Can I have some water?” she asks and I nod.

“Yeah, I’ll get you some,” I tell her as I take her little hand in mine. “I’m feeling thirsty too.”

I see Jameson grin at me over my shoulder as I head out of the living room.

NINE

Jameson

I keep checkingto see if Faith is asleep as Phoenix reads her a third bedtime story. She’s fighting it tonight though which is a problem for me and my plans.

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Phoenix all day. I wonder what would have happened if things had progressed last night past us making out and dry humping on the couch. I’ll never be able to watchThe Lion Kingin the same way again.

“One more?” Faith asks and I bite back a groan when Phoenix nods and grabs another book.

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