Clara suddenly realized what James wanted her to do. Her face flamed scarlet as she stammered, "James, how can you be this shameless!"
He only smirked, guiding her hand to the buckle of his belt. With a sharp , the leather strap came undone.
James leaned in, his breath hot against her cheek. "You lit the fuse," he murmured, "now deal with the explosion. Or you're not going anywhere."
"You—! I'd never—"
A low chuckle rumbled in his throat as he tugged her hand downward. "Take me in your hand," he commanded, voice rough. "I'll show you how."
Clara's face burned so hot she thought she might combust. When her fingers closed around him, the sheer size and impossible rigidity stunned her—how could flesh feel so... unyielding?
Embarrassment melted into primal curiosity. That instinctive fas
