Page 551 of The Sinner: James

The most beautiful eyes––deep green, mysterious, shadowed by thick lashes look at me as we both pulse in our most intimate point of connection.

The most arousing smile grows on his lips as well.

Sultry, intense, and fiery.

“I’m so happy to have you back,” I murmur, looking at him mesmerized before he softly kisses my lips.

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RAIN

Two weeks later.

The air is warm,and so is the water.

I tip my gaze to the side, check the time on my phone and look up and down the shore.

The waves crest slowly before crashing against the beach, leaving foam trails behind.

I type a few more words before closing my laptop and sliding it to the side.

Footsteps echo in the house as James shares jokes with the staff.

He enters the terrace, rounds my lounge chair, and crashes into his seat next to me.

His bare chest shimmers and water trickles down his abs.

My eyes go past the waistband of his sweatpants.

By the time I lift my gaze, he has a bottle of water sealed to his lips and a cocky smile sewn on them.

“How was your workout session?” I ask.

“Good. How about your writing?”

He gestures at my laptop, putting the cap back on.

“Productive,” I murmur distractedly, my gaze moving over his torso.

These couple of weeks he’s spent with me have positively impacted him.

He’s rested, fitter than ever, and in a good mood, not to say that our nights are even hotter than our honeymoon.

He flashes a mysterious grin as if reading my mind.

“What are you in the mood for?” he asks, setting the bottle on the table before stretching his body in his chair.

He flexes his arms and folds them under his head, every single muscle perfectly revealed beneath his tanned skin.

His eyes close, the ghost of a smile lingering on his lips as I study his body.

By the time I lift my gaze, he observes me through his lashes.

“Have something in mind?” he asks.

“I have many things in mind,” I murmur.

The edge of his teeth moves over his lip while he slides his gaze down my bare legs.

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