A frisson of heat crawled across his skin at the feel of her lips on his and he cupped her face with his hands. He felt consumed by her, like he needed this, needed her to keep existing. His heart rate tripled and it almost felt like he was too alive. Or maybe he was dying and the thought of her kisses was the only thing keeping him holding on. He had no idea that it would be like this.
Despite the emotional uproar within, Jaime made sure that he was gentle with his own kisses. They were soft and warm and constant as he brushed his lips across hers over and over again, trying to convey just how he was feeling.