Page 504 of The Sinner: James

A smile grows across my lips as the promise buried in his gaze does beautiful things to me.

“All right?” he rasps.

“Yes,” I say before tearing my hand away and making the trip back to the door.

I slide it open, walk out, and close it behind me.

Slowly raking my fingers through my hair, I take a deep breath and knock on the door as if this is my first time doing it this evening.

He doesn’t answer right away, and I wait for a few moments before rapping on the door again with my gaze tipped to the floor.

The door opens.

First, I notice his pants. And then his leather belt and dress shirt, now entirely open, revealing his shredded abs to his fly.

Spellbound, I drag my eyes over his face, registering the dash of sun locked in his skin and the glint in his green eyes, highlighted by his dark lashes.

“Hi...” I murmur, slowly undoing my trench.

A fiery grin curves his lips.

“Hey...” he says quietly, his gaze sliding down.

In a smooth motion, I remove my trench and let it fall to the floor.

He takes my hand and pulls me in, sweeping the trench off the floor.

The garment ends up on a chair while I prop my back against the closed door.

Inching closer to me, he props his hand above my shoulder and envelopes me with the warmth of his body.

“I’m happy that you’re here,” he says tenderly.

His fingers trail my neck, shoulder, and left collarbone before sliding between my breasts.

He moves his hand again, cupping my breast.

My pulse spikes.

“I’m happy to see you...” I say, the words flowing from my lips like little birds tasting freedom.

He drags his gaze down, his eyes glimmering with passion.

Slowly, he unclasps my bra and peels it off. The piece of underwear lands on top of my trench.

He grips my hips before moving his hands up, sweeping the contour of my body and cupping and kneading my breasts.

“I missed you, beautiful girl,” he says quietly.

“I missed you too, handsome man,” I murmur, emotions pushing through my voice.

He touches the strings holding my panties together, and the bottom of my lacy lingerie set hits the floor.

Smoothly, he runs his hand between my legs, awakening every bit of pulsing flesh.

My nipples pucker as my lips part, releasing a soft gasp.

As much as I don’t want to, my eyes get misty, expressing my bubbling emotions.

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