Page 536 of The Sinner: James

“Are you checking me out?” he asks, ignoring my question.

Barefoot, I step toward him and lean against the vanity.

He faces the mirror. I face him.

He gives me a side-eyed glance and a smirk.

“Are you?” he insists.

A soft grin tickles my lips.

“Maybe.”

Tilting his gaze down, he takes in my baby–doll nightie.

The sheer fabric stops below the apex of my thighs, and I have no panties underneath.

A wolfish smile creases his lips.

“Are you going to tell me?” I ask, sliding my rear onto the vanity.

He flicks his eyes up.

“How was the time you spent in Portugal?” I murmur.

Our eyes stay locked while he ponders something.

He sets the electric shaver down and checks his face in the mirror again.

“It was okay. I only spent a few hours with them and talked to my mother about you.”

“What exactly did you talk about?”

“What you do... Your writing and your books. Stuff like that.”

He pauses before he continues.

“I also told her you relentlessly pursue me,” he says, winking at me.

“James…” I say, smiling.

He edges closer to me, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Isn’t it true?”

His hands land smoothly on my thighs before slowly riding my baby doll dress up.

Tingles spur beneath his touch.

“Speaking of that,” I say, stroking his forearms.

He nudges my legs open and wedges himself between my thighs.

I lift my gaze to meet his eyes, but my attention gets completely shattered when his groin touches my sex.

It takes him a couple of seconds to read my eyes before he moves his hand to my neck and pulls me into him, taking my lips and unraveling my thoughts.

A fresh scent of raw masculinity flows through me, bringing me pleasure.

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