CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Exploding with adrenaline everywhere, my head spun as I tried to get a grip on my raging hormones. When he pulled away from me, seconds later, without a hint of warning, I wondered what I had done wrong.

“I think that answers my question,” he said thoughtfully.

While I was heaving for breath, with swollen lips and a delicate blush creeping across my chest, James appeared absolutely unaffected by me. My body wanted to spontaneously combust, but he wasn’t even breathing hard.

It was the last straw. Somehow managing to free my right wrist with an impressive burst of adrenaline, I went for his windpipe, but he was ready for me.

Slamming me back into the floor, he grasped both my wrists with one arm, and before I knew what was happening, there was a hand between my legs, rubbing gently at my clit.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I snarled.

“You don’t know what I’m doing?” he said with a smug little smile upon his face.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance and growled. “Oh, I know exa