Jameson's POV
I dress for work with the clothes Lamonthe had brought from home for me. Then I kiss Bella goodbye, a lingering kiss that promises a night of more steamy encounters. Her lips taste like honey and sunshine, and I can't help but smile. "See you later," I say, the words barely a whisper.
"I can't wait," she murmurs back, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something totally different I can't interpret.
I pull away, my heart thumping against my ribs. The memory of last night still lingers, the heat of her body pressed against mine, the sound of her laughter echoing through the cottage.
I drive to work, my mind replaying the night in slow motion. Every touch, every sigh, every whisper… I savor each moment, letting it fuel my anticipation for tonight.
I had instructed Lamonthe to stay behind with Bella, just in case Matt's men somehow trail her back to the cottage and show up.
