Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“You asshole!” I squeal, slapping him on the shoulder.
“What!?” He cracks up. “You left yourself wide open for that one! Asking me if I was an actual Albanian arms dealer!”
“Okay, okay, you’re right.” I nod with a giggle. “But seriously, Jameson. How did you make all this money? I mean, look at this place. And a Porsche? You’re like Elon Musk now!”
He keeps laughing but moves closer to me and completely shocks me as he slides his hand through my hair. Sensations throughout my body come alive, awakening parts of me I didn’t even know existed as he looks deep into my eyes.
“Not quite, but I’m doing all right for myself.” He grins. “I actually got into electronics while I was there. Import-export. They had this girl working for them who did all the actual computer stuff for me—seeing as how I wasn’t able to use any devices myself—but I handled all the deals. And as it turns out, I actually get along pretty well with Albanian guys who aren’t part of sketchy arms-dealing cartels.”
Wow, his eyes are gorgeous. His fingers feel like heaven as they slide across my scalp and then fall across my neck. And there’s that smell again. That Jameson smell that I knew before and I know now that will apparently never change and never go away.
“Iris?” Hearing him speak my name gives me something like an electric shock, and I realize I’ve just been staring into his eyes like a dog waiting to be given a treat. “Earth to Iris.”
“Oh!” I sputter, suddenly embarrassed. “Sorry! I was just—I was taking that all in. That’s quite an incredible story.”
Somehow, Jameson’s eyes become even more intense. The way he’s looking at me penetrates deeper into my core. His lips twist into an even more charming, manly smile, threatening to melt me like I’m made of nothing but warm, salted butter.
“No you weren’t.” He shakes his head.
“I—excuse me?” I’m stumbling over my words like I used to stumble when I’d try to walk through the marsh as a kid after a heavy rain.
Jameson leans in even closer and slides his fingers through my hair again. My body responds like it did before. Nerve endings explode like blown-out lightbulbs. A hot flash ignites across every inch of my skin as he takes his hand out from beneath mine and moves it to my thigh and squeezes.
My lips part, and a barely audible gasp slips out.
“You weren’t taking me all in,” Jameson tells me, leaning closer. “You were lost.”
“Los—lost?” I stammer.
He nods. “That’s right. You were lost looking at me just like I’ve been lost looking at you all night.” Oh my God, he’s right. “The only difference is I’m going to do something about it.”
Before I can even think or react, Jameson leans in and kisses me.
Chapter 6
Jameson
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I would add time to that saying as well, because after all this time apart from Iris, I am absolutely smitten by her.
There’s a moment just before our lips meet where I can see the look of shock in her eyes—shock that quickly shifts into acceptance and submission. She wants this. She closes her eyes and takes my kiss, and when that happens, the world nearly explodes.
At least for me it does.
I can’t say for sure how she feels when our lips lock, but an adorable moan rises up from her chest. At the same time, her body arches forward against mine. Her breasts, so perky and delicious, like two scoops of the best ice cream, press against me from beneath her shirt, igniting my passions even more fully.
Damn, our first kiss.
The last time I saw Iris, she was just a little bit too young, and I was an occupying a pseudo older-brother role in her life. But there was always something lingering under the surface between us, and we both knew it.
There was that time when I fell on top of her and she actually tried to kiss me and I had to be the one to put a stop to it. I never forgot about that. Mostly because Iris had the guts to actually be the one to make the first move. I mean, how many fifteen-year-old girls have that kind of hutzpah to just move right in for the kiss on an eighteen-year-old dude?
I never got a chance to go and make up with her either and continue our friendship, because that was the night that my dad came in and told my mom and me that we were leaving.
Three years away from her. Three long years…
“Finally,” I whisper. “God you don’t know how much I’ve been thinking about you, Iris.”
“Tell me about it,” she giggles. “I thought I’d never see you again, Jameson.”
“I dreamt some nights about what you’d look like if I ever got back to you.”