Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Some days I need to rest my eyes a bit. I’ll stretch out here and take a minute to prepare myself for whatever's waiting for me outside that door.”
It brings my eyes directly to his. The depths of varying shades of brown make his eyes the color of honey in the right light. I can only imagine how long his days must be when he has to force those gorgeous eyes of his to stay open.
“Running a church must be exhausting.”
He smiles. “It certainly has its perks. I get to meet new people and help others find some peace in a world full of chaos.”
“Are you allowed to share that with anyone, Hunter? I know you took a vow, but don’t some priests get married?”
He nods. “Some do. There’s usually a conversation with the Archbishop if that comes up. However, it’s hard to keep the congregation a priority when your personal life starts to become front and center. I just know if I were to be with you, I don’t think I’d be able to focus on anything else.”
My heart races, knowing that I’m having this effect on him. “If you were with someone like me, I’d help you keep God and the congregation a priority. How does someone like you date, if that’s what you wanted to do?”
By now, we make ourselves comfortable on the couch and huddle together in front of the heater. At first, it’s just our shoulders bumping against one another with the blanket over our legs. Hunter’s leaning back against the couch, and I find myself leaning closer to the heater.
“I know how to date, baby girl. I wasn’t always a priest.” His smile is warm and inviting.
“Oh.” Surprise ripples through me and also a sense of mischief. “How long have you been a priest?”
“About 12 years. I committed my life to the cloth after my 26th birthday.”
“Wow, you’re around my brother’s age.”
“Does that bother you?”
I turn to him, unintentionally resting my hand on his leg. “It doesn’t. I don’t mind at all. I like the way you make me feel, Hunter. That kiss was everything I imagined my first kiss to be. Is it bad that I want to do it again?”
He hooks a finger under my chin. “It’s not, but if we start, I don’t think we’ll be able to stop.”
That gives me the nudge I need to lean into Hunter. I’m ready to do so much with him. My body wants to be near him every chance I get. There isn’t a single memory of anyone who sets my body on fire with insatiable lust the way Hunter does. It’s one of the reasons why I’m still a virgin.
However, Hunter stops me from getting the kiss I desperately want. The strength behind his touch sends shivers down my spine. Our eyes lock as he tells me, “Baby girl, you need to know that I won’t be able to stop.”
“I don’t want to be the reason you break your vows, Father.”
He looks up to the ceiling before returning his gaze to me. “Harper, you’re the only reason I’m willing to break my vows. When I break my vows, you don't have to call me Father, but you can still call me Daddy. ”
The release of his inhibitions as he closes the gap between us, claiming my mouth with a kiss, sets off fireworks between us. Hunter’s tongue pushes inside of my mouth, tasting me and making my pussy twitch with desire.
The moment captures us both as the blanket falls and Hunter leans closer to me until the point he’s on top of me, between my legs. The weight of his body pressing me into the couch makes my hands explore him—all of him.
Muscles in his back bulge, flex, and move under my fingertips. The chemistry between us draws a moan out of me as he kisses me into sweet bliss. I don’t want this to ever stop.
5
HUNTER
Harper’s tongue is soft against the inside of my mouth. I want to taste every inch of her body, and at this moment, my vows of celibacy mean nothing. I’ll seek forgiveness later. I’m still a man, imperfect, and trying my best to stick to the tenets of the cloth.
Lord, forgive me.
I pull away from Harper’s kiss, staring into her mesmerizing blue eyes. My mouth lingers over hers for a moment before I let my urges consume me, forcing my hands to trace the path of her curves. She’s slender, moaning with every press of my fingers against her supple frame.
My head works its way lower, from her mouth to her jaw, traveling to the hollow of her neck. I hover over her body, holding myself up to admire her.
“Harper.” My voice is haggard, barely above a whisper as the wind and snow whirl outside in the storm. The weather beats against the walls of the church, making me want to sink my cock into Harper’s sweet pussy to beat against her walls.