#Chapter 90 - A Deadly Strike

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 touches. It seemed like whenever he got the chance, James would find a way to show me his affection. Resting an arm around my shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss to my head, pushing hair back from my fa