"I missed you," Jameson murmured, his warm hands grasping my hips as he walked me back towards the nearest wall.
Our lips began intermingling long before my back connected with the smooth masonry. But when it did, he lifted me, allowing my legs to wrap around his narrow hips. From my newly appointed vantage, I lowered my lips to his repeatedly.
His body was warm. The hands on my waist callused.
"I missed you more," I managed, resting my hands on either side of his neck.
"Bet."
Against his lips, I said, "With you? Never."
