Page 64 of The Sinner: James

I flash a smile.

“Let’s go. We don’t have the entire night.”

“Chill,” she says.

Glancing away, I grin again.

“Patience is not my virtue... Just so you know,” I say.

“All right. All right…” she murmurs, turning the engine on and pulling the car onto the gravel road.

I flick my eyes back to her.

She drives slowly to the edge of the property, her body tense and her eyes glued to the road.

“Relax,” I say.

“Uh-huh,” she murmurs, unable to look at me.

Minutes later, she steers the car onto the main road, and a long exhale leaves her chest.

“Are you nervous because of the car or me?” I ask, soaking in her profile.

She smiles.

“You.”

“Me?”

“Mm-hmm,” she says, biting her lip. “I find you intimidating.”

Smiling, I glance out the window again, an unlit cigarette tucked between my fingers.

“And yet you want me?” I say.

She laughs, prompting me to look at her.

Slightly more relaxed, she meets my eyes.

“It has nothing to do with me wanting you,” she says, flicking her gaze back to the road.

She must love those particular words. That’s why she said them.

Biting my lip, I study her and ponder.

“You like danger?” I ask, moving my eyes over her thighs and chest, the tight spot between her legs.

I harden inside my jeans.

She smiles, not looking at me.

I bet she’s blushing.

“You do?” I insist.

Her eyes come to me—soft and longing.

Hmm…

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