Chapter 95

Mia

Once we were inside, James shut the door with his leg with a decisive click. I found myself trapped between him and the door. Not that I disliked that feeling. In fact, I loved it. Loved that James was intimately close to me while I was leaning against the solidity of the doorframe. Loved that he was kissing me ardently while his hands were frantically ripping my dress to pieces, as if he couldn’t wait to touch me and feel my naked skin or taste my bare flesh with his hot tongue and kiss me with his sensual lips.

The thrilling heat and excitement was hard-core and raw within me as I listened to the music of James’ eager groaning combined with my dress being torn from my body.

“Oh, James,” I groaned in pleasure.

He chuckled at my soft moaning, as if he were pleased. Then he paused and drew back a little. There he gazed down at me, his dark eyes taking in my person, scrutinizing me with so much intensity it made my core burn hot with adoration.

I noted a dark smirk was playing about