Page 31 of Preacher

I grin, and she blushes bright red at my language. But I take a beat, and my eyes narrow at her.

“What are we saying here, Delilah?”

“I’m saying I want…” Her brows knit, and she looks down at her hands. “I’m not really sure.”

“You want me to show you a glimpse of… uh, wickedness.”

“I—yeah, yes. I think so.”

“You wanna get drunk?” I mutter sarcastically.

She wrinkles her nose. “I don’t think so.”

“How about some gambling.”

She shrugs.

“We could go rob a bank.”

Her eyes snap to mine. “Do you do that?” she whispers in shock.

I laugh. “Not exactly my speed, no.”

I level my eyes at her, and my pulse quickens I let my gaze slip over her again in that sundress. Fuck me, she’s pure goddamn tempta—

And then, it hits me.

“Last night,” I mutter, my cock twitching. Delilah blushes.

“Yeah…?” she whispers.

I step closer, and she sucks in a breath of air.

“Did you like when I kissed you?” I growl.

Her face burns even redder, and she looks fastidiously at her hands.

“Delilah…”

“Yes,” she whispers.

I groan. “A little, or a lot?”

“I…” she chews at her bottom lip. “Maybe this was a mistake—”

“Tell me,” I grunt.

She gasps quietly, and slowly, her eyes drag up to mine, so full of fear, excitement, and yes, lust.

“A lot,” she breathes.

“That why you’re here?” I growl. “That how you’re looking for me to show you sin?”

Her face burns crimson. “I—I don’t know,” she murmurs.

“Yes, you do.”

She gasps again as I step even closer to her, and when I reach out with one hand to slide it over her hip, she whimpers.

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