Page 73 of The Sinner: James

I pivot slightly and glance over my shoulder, finding him inches away from me.

He slides his hand into my hair before dragging it to my neck, making my body react to him in ways I wish I knew how to suppress.

His fingers trail down my spine while he buries his face in my hair, inhaling the smell––a mix of shampoo, James’ aftershave, a hint of smoke, and the extra spice coming from my heated body.

He pulls back a little, studying my face.

His eyes sparkle in the dimness, his gaze burning with a lustful grin.

“What did you do to her, James? She’s so hot,” he says, his gaze dipping to my chest and thighs before tilting to my lips.

“Why are you asking me? Ask her,” James says, his voice dry as hay.

His eyes flick to the rearview, taking us in.

His furrowed eyebrows telegraph frustration, and it’s maybe because he’s still hard, and Ed is all over me.

Pressing the gas pedal, he yanks the car onto the main road and heads south without slowing down.

They seem unfazed.

I’m washed with panic.

Ed’s hand drifts from my shoulders to my arm. I push it away.

“What is it, honey?” he murmurs, his voice warm and soft. Tenderly, he strokes my hair. “Hmm…?” His fingers trail my neck gently. “You smell so fucking good,” he purrs, his grin dripping with pleasure as he takes me in, reading my story on my face.

Slowly, he drags his gaze down to my chest again, rolling his bottom lip beneath his teeth.

His hunger gives me shivers and warms me up as well. I press my thighs together, my move registering with him.

James turns on the music.

I toss Ed a warning glare.

“Can you move back to your seat?”

I motion him to the other corner.

His eyes glint with a smile, his gaze hovering over my lips. He slides his hand across my shoulder, pulling my hair to the side before leaning closer.

“I know you want it badly, sweetheart, and James is going to give it to you good, but he won’t be your man… You know that. And that’s why he doesn’t mind sharing you with us,” he says.

His fingers cuff the back of my neck, his breath fanning over my face as he brings his lips to mine.

They’re soft and fragrant, bearing a sweet citrusy taste.

Frozen in my seat, I let him breathe into me. Our lips touch, creating a firestorm that travels through my body fast.

My lips are parted, and so are his.

His eyes sparkle with a knowing smile.

I wish I had a better handle on what is happening to me. I wish I knew what to do.

The way I feel right now is not helping me in the slightest.

My breath catches as he makes his final move and presses his lips against mine.

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