Page 41 of The Sinner: James

The thought that he’s right here in front of me, watching me, makes my heart throb in my throat.

Slowly, I move my hands over his muscular shoulders and chiseled pecs before sliding them up to his corded neck.

My fingers move over his face, learning every line as I envision him... drinking me in.

Tenderly, I sweep my fingertips over his lashes.

He closes his eyes.

A smile tugs at my lips.

My fingers thread through his soft, thick hair before moving down his jawline and across his lips.

His smile broadens beneath my touch.

Affectionately, I cup his cheek.

“James... Sexton,” I murmur, drifting into a trance.

He tenses up.

Is he surprised?

“You know who I am?”

“I know, now... Someone has warned me about you,” I say, running my thumb across his lips.

“For real?”

A grin spreads across his lips.

“Mm-hmm... I was told you were a dangerous man.”

“Do you believe that?”

Slowly, I shake my head.

“You may be... but not to me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I don’t know much about anything...” I murmur, closing the sliver of space between us.

A soft gasp leaves my lips as I press my body into his frame and enjoy the pleasure zapping through my blood.

The sheer fabric of my tunic is hardly a barrier for us.

I feel everything from the bumps and smoothness of his muscles to the ridge of his erection straining hard against his jeans.

My bra-encased breasts meet his chiseled torso as he drapes his arms around me, spurring heat across my skin.

He’s like a summer storm.

Hot, steamy, and dark at times...

Even frightening, perhaps.

Breathing slowly, I indulge in this fantastic feeling.

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