Jules’ P.O.V.
Koda’s hands roamed my back, tracing patterns that sent shivers down my spine. He pulled back just enough to be able to whisper against my lips.
“You have no idea how much I have missed you today,” But I smiled, my heart racing.
“I think I might have some idea,”
Koda chuckled, the sound low and warm and sexy, he leaned in to kiss me again, slower this time, as if he was savoring the moment. I sighed into the kiss, losing myself in his lips, the way his light stubble lightly scratched against my skin, the way his hands held me as if I was special. As if I was the only person left in the world. Breaking the kiss, Koda nuzzled my neck, his breath hot and needy against my skin.
“We should do this more often,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.
“Tempting, but I
