All the air had been snatched from my lungs the moment I saw James standing in the doorway. My body instantly reacted to him in a way that had me gladly moving across the room to stand in front of him. When he pressed his lips against my own, I knew I was lost.
I knew I wanted us to take things slow, but God help me...I needed him. I needed to feel closer to him than I had been for the past several days.
The pull within my chest hummed and yanked to the point of feeling unbearable. I was tempted to act on my impulses as a means of easing the ache in my chest as well as between my thighs.
James had been so generous and amiable in giving me the space and time I needed for myself. He hadn’t been harping about the schedule and he certainly hadn’t been greedy with the small intimate touch
