Page 70 of Hotter 'N Hell

The crazed look in his eyes sent a shot of excitement right between my legs. I liked that it’d made him jealous.

I uncrossed my arms and stood up. “I guess this is just one of those things we will learn to navigate. To our situationship or whatever it is. I won’t date anyone in the church so you won’t know or see it.”

He took two long strides, stopping only inches from me. “You think that’s gonna help?” he asked me, his eyes so heated that I wanted to whimper. God, he was hot, but like this, he was fire. “I’ll live every second obsessing over if you’re seeing someone. If you went on a date. If he touched you. I will lose my mind, Saylor.” He said the last part through his teeth.

I wanted to say,Good.

But that wasn’t going to be what pushed him over the edge. Imight not be the girl he loved, but I was the woman he wanted now. He had become a priest for her, but he had broken his vows for me.

“I didn’t take a vow of celibacy, Father. And I don’t intend to live a life of celibacy because you don’t want me.” Nudge, nudge, shove.

He grabbed my shoulders and pushed my back against the wall. “I never said I didn’t want you,” he said in a low voice. His eyes dropped to my lips. “In fact,wantisn’t strong enough of a word for this, Dimples.” He ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “No, baby, it’s not want,” he whispered. “It’s a longing that devours my spirit, my beliefs. It delves into every pore, eradicating everything else until there’s just you.”

He slid his palm over my cheek until he was cupping my face. His head tilted, and the green of his eyes reminded me of velvety moss today as he fought the turbulence of emotions fighting inside him. I stood, waiting. My breaths coming in short pants as I watched him make a choice. His other hand came up to cover the opposite cheek, and he held my face, his eyes lifting from my mouth to meet my gaze.

“I can no longer pretend that I’m capable of living this life without touching you,” he whispered, then lowered his head.

I could smell mint as his mouth touched mine. The tip of his tongue darted out, parting my lips. I opened them as I gripped the back of his neck, my knees going weak.

The first brush, the first moment of connection, was a surrendering. My tongue chased his as a deep groan vibrated in his chest. He slid his right hand down to my neck, then gripped it briefly, and then he ran his hot palm over my chest before filling it with a breast. I dropped my hands to grip the sleeve of his shirt. Fisting the fabric and pressing my chest forward as he squeezed one mound, then moved to the other.

It wasn’t a kiss. This was a devouring. Carnal need, passion,depraved desires. It all unleashed as our bodies melded together, our hands groping to feel more.

When he jerked the skirt of my sundress up, he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. Our ragged breaths mingled as neither of us spoke.

Our eyes locked while he moved his hand over my panties. I parted my legs for him, and his breath stuttered. The tips of his fingers running along the edge of the silk.

The moment his touch met the satin feel on my waxed mound, a curse fell from his lips. The juices of my arousal coated his fingers, and he let out a long, deep groan as he sank two fingers inside me.

“I want inside you,” he said huskily.

“Don’t tease me with it,” I begged. “If you’re not going to do it, then don’t tell me you want to.”

He closed his eyes, stepping closer, moving his head to rest on the wall as he sank his fingers in all the way to the knuckle. “Tell me you want it. Beg for my dick.”

I lifted a knee, spreading myself open. “Fuck me, Jude. Please, I want you to fill me. Stretch me. I want to get off with your cock in me.”

He yanked his fingers out and stepped back while he began to suck them both clean. “I need more of that,” he said as his tongue licked his lips.

“Take off your sundress.” His hooded eyes stayed on me. Waiting for me to obey. Not wanting to miss a moment.

My eyes glanced toward the windows. The reminder that although they were tinted, if someone got close enough, they could see inside was a nuisance right now. He backed up and crooked his finger for me to follow him. The area I’d cleaned out for the food shelving was beyond the windows with a column blocking its view.

I went toward him while slowly pulling my dress up until Icould tug it over my head. Dropping it to the floor as I stopped in front of him. There was a predatory gleam in his eyes as he took in my body inch by inch. His throat constricted, the veins in it standing out.

“Panties off. Leave on the boots.”

Hooking a finger in each side, I slid them down my thighs, then let them fall before tugging them over my boots. I kicked the small slip of fabric away, then lifted my eyes to his. His expression as he stared at my naked flesh was worshipful, sinful.

I waited until his eyes met mine again. The tip of his tongue licked his lower lip.

“There are so many things I want right now.” His words were a hoarse whisper.

Closing the space between us, I reached for the top button on his shirt, tugging free the white collar, then placing it on a box behind him before continuing to work my way down. The first sliver of tanned skin had me moving faster. One warm, large palm ran over my hip, then slid down to cup my butt.

I tugged the bottom of his shirt free of his pants, then finished my task before shoving it off his shoulders. He took over and discarded it while I ran a hand over the hard ripples of his abs before moving to the slacks he wore. His hands moved mine out of the way as he jerked down the zipper. He toed off his shoes, then shoved both the slacks and boxer briefs he had on down his legs.

I sucked in a breath at the sight of him. He was beautiful. Every hard detail, sculpted to perfection. The thickness of his cock didn’t intimidate me as much as the length did.

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