One arm hooks around his neck as he touches her and her back arches. She's never been the focus like this; she's been the obligation to a husband that didn't want her, the mistress of someone who wanted to get off and found the loneliest, saddest woman on the island dumb enough to do it.

Jack isn't even worth thinking of.

She had no idea that feeling wanted would be like this, her hands clutching at James as he builds her pleasure, stoking the heat in her belly until she can't help but cry out, pushing herself into his touch, unashamedly seeking more friction. His name falls from her lips, and the second time she tries to say it, all that comes is Ja-- before she shatters.

Her hands are clinging to him to stay grounded, chest heaving as her breath falls against his neck while she pants.