Laila’s POV
“Gods,” he whispered in the kind of breathless, sexy way he would have used when we had been in bed together all those years ago.
My face flushed, and I felt rooted to the spot. My eyes wide, my heart picking up pace, my panties dampening at the memories.
Something about his energy right now was setting me on fire from the inside out. “Jason…”
He blinked. His chest heaved, his breath heavy. Then, with a growl, he said, “Laila…”
All I did was gasp. That was enough. He surged up from his chair, and in a flash, was by my side. No, not just beside me but all around me. His arms encircled my waist, his lips came crashing down to mine. As he licked in my mouth, I tasted his fresh coffee off his tongue.
He had called me Laila. He must have figured everything out all on his own,
