Page 421 of The Sinner: James

He kicks the door shut, lets me down without breaking the kiss, slips his hands inside my robe, and takes it off before dropping it to the floor.

He pulls me into him while I press myself into his frame.

He’s warm and tense, his sharp clothes rustling.

I wish we could talk first.

I have a million questions for him.

“Do you want me to fuck you in the hallway?” he asks, hoarse.

“Yes…” I murmur and lock his lips again, unbuttoning his dress shirt.

The clinking of his belt buckle echoes in the air as he unfastens it and works his fly open.

Moving my hands over his shoulders, I take his shirt off.

He lifts and props me against the wall table before making room for me with a sweeping motion and sending a few things to the floor.

Eyes locked with mine, he pulls my hips closer, his lips arched into a fiery grin.

Without breaking our stare, he reaches inside his suit pants, grabs the root of his erection, and slides his hard length into me without much introduction.

A gasp falls from my lips as I feel him deep inside my core.

“Ahh....”

Hungry for him, I push myself up, wrap my arms around his neck, and claim his mouth.

My lips stay locked with his as he lifts me from the table, grips my backside with both hands and thrusts hard into me.

“I missed you, James,” I murmur against his lips, my fingers tangled in his hair, my heart filled with joy as I get to see his face and mesmerizing eyes again.

The most beautiful grin I’ve ever seen tugs at his lips.

“I missed you too, baby,” he says.

I hug him tightly while he carries me to the bedroom.

Without leaving my body, he slides me onto the bed, and I spread my legs beneath him.

“This is the best surprise ever,” I say as he props himself on his elbow, holds me with his free arm, and rocks his hips against me, filling me up repeatedly.

My fingers trace his hair and neck and shoulders as if I want to make sure he is truly here with me.

His rhythm picks up, and lowering my eyelids, I revel in that sensation, getting drunk on every second he is connected to me, and I have his breath over my lips.

I wish I could stay in his arms forever.

Emotions tumble through me.

Mixed, raw, crazy feelings I never thought I’d have for a man.

I’m high, low, ecstatic, desperate, empowered, and ferociously dominated.

“James...” I call him quietly. “I wish you could come back home,” I murmur, the words dripping from my lips.

He slows down, his fingers threading through my hair, his lips coming next to mine.

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