Chapter 5:

Dangerous Surrender

The kiss had shattered everything between us. James pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against mine, breathing hard. His hand was still squeezing my breast, thumb brushing over my hardened nipple. I could see the conflict in his eyes desire warring with guilt.

“Evelyn,” he moaned softly, voice rough and broken. “You should not have done this. You should not have pulled the trigger. I have been trying to ignore you for so long. You are like a sister to me.”

“Fuck that sister thing, James,” I whispered fiercely, my hands gripping his shirt. “I am not your sister. Not in the way that matters. I...