Jessie Sterling heard Victor Morgan's words, her head still tilted up to look at the man before her.
Perhaps not expecting such a response from him, Jessie felt a complex mix of emotions, but at the same time, a warmth spread through her heart.
In the fifty-something-degree winter of Southaven, she felt like she was on a scorching tropical island.
Her heart felt hot and swollen with emotion.
"Then give me a kiss," Jessie Sterling said suddenly, making a demand.
She maintained her upturned gaze, and with those words, it now looked as if she were asking for a kiss.
Victor Morgan hadn't quite caught up with Jessie Sterling's train of thought, but of course, he wasn't going to refuse her request.
Bending down, Victor Morgan placed a kiss on Jessie Sterling's rosy lips.
A sweet fragrance spread between his lips. Victor Morgan had to restrain himself, stopping just short of kissing her until she was breathless and moaning softly.
