Page 93 of The Sinner: James

“I don’t know.”

He presses his lips together, flicking an eyebrow up.

“We’ll find out… I guess,” he says.

I splay my fingers over his neck.

“Together?”

He tilts his head to the side and shrugs, grinning again.

“I don’t know. Maybe…?”

I chuckle.

“Fucking James Sexton… It’s not as if I’m asking for your life.”

He laughs while I loop my arms around his neck and lock his lips, pulling him back on top of me.

He pins me under him and deepens the kiss, feeding my hunger for him.

A few moments later, he breaks the kiss and looks at me.

“So… If it’s not my life, what are you asking for?” he murmurs.

I slide my hand up his back.

“Other than asking you to make a woman out of me?” I tease.

“Yeah... Other than to fuck you...” he says softly, taking his time to say each word as if drawing pleasure out of it.

“I want to get to know you,” I say, gauging his reaction.

Surprise floods his eyes.

“That will never happen,” he says against my lips.

“You thought this was going to happen?”

He laughs softly.

“Yeah... I did. At one point or another.”

“Even when I was gone?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You’re an...”

“Asshole?” he says, chuckling, amused.

He pauses before talking again.

“What do you think will happen if you learn more about me?”

“Perhaps, I’ll understand why you don’t believe in love,” I toss at him, no longer smiling.

He looks at me seriously this time.

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