Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Shades looks down at his phone and then back up at me with a nod.
“All right.” He unfurls his big body from the chair and stands, revealing tattooed, well-muscled skin when he stretches.
“I’m going home in just a few minutes, so there’s no need for you to waste any more of your time here. Thank you for keeping us safe today.” Even if he’s only doing it to protect his own interests.
“I’m walking you to your car, church girl.”
I shake my head. “That really isn’t necessary, Shades. I’ll be fine.”
“It is necessary and non-negotiable.” His words come out harsh and inflexible, his body taut with tension. If I have to guess, I’d call it sexual tension because this thing that ricochets between us like a white-hot pinball is unlike anything I have ever felt before.
This kind of attraction is new to me, and as eager as I am to explore it, I know I can’t. I have to squash any attraction I have to this man.
I take a deep breath and shove down this desire, this arousal, where it will never see the light of day until the time—and the man—is right.
“Okay,” I say finally when it becomes clear that his resolve is stronger than mine.
Shades remains quiet as I shut down my computer, lock my office door, and head through the church, up the pews, and out of the front doors.
“Don’t you need to lock it?”
“This is a church; it doesn’t have operating hours.”
“Jesus is always open?”
My lips twitch. “Something like that.”
His body emanates heat beside me, and I feel a bead of sweat trickle down my spine. Why, of all the men in the world, in college and at church, charities, and other volunteer efforts, did this man have to be the one to light my fire?
My chastity buddy in college, Jeremy Ogden, was hotter than a Hemsworth, and even he didn’t produce this kind of reaction within me.
“Want to have dinner?”
He frowns. “Why?”
“Because you clearly aren’t going anywhere, and if you’re going to stick around for the foreseeable future, we should get to know each other a little better.”
“That’s not a good idea, Letty.” His voice is gravelly, and goosebumps climb up my arms.
“Why not? Maybe it will, I don’t know, relieve this tension between us?”
He turns to me when I stop at my driver’s side door, a dark look in his—finally uncovered—eyes. His body presses up against me, and I feel his hard—uhm, manhood—behind his zipper and gasp.
Shades’ body feels as if it’s glued to me when his lips crash down on top of mine. He hips grind against my own as his lips and tongue and teeth work together to kiss me until I’m senseless and out of breath.
His hands roam my hips, and his thumbs graze my hard nipples, smiling against my mouth when I groan. His lips dot hot kisses from my mouth down to my throat, and my hips roll uncontrollably.
“That’s why, Letty. Dinner is never going to be just dinner. I know that, and if you don’t, that’s even more dangerous.”
He takes a step back, chest heaving and eyes dark and glazed over.
“That was…wow.” My own chest is heaving as heavy breaths rush from my body. I’m shaking. Perspiring a little.
“Pastor is going to see us,” I say it but at this moment in time, I really don’t care.
“Get in the car, Letty.”
His jaw clenches tight, and he looks almost angry, but I can tell that he’s still hard behind his zipper.
“What about dinner?”
“A very bad idea,” he growls. “But I’ll think about it. Now, get in the damn car.”
I smile. It’s not a flat-out rejection but an open door.
“Good night, Shades. See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, tomorrow,” he grunts and shuts the door as soon as I sit behind the steering wheel. His steely gaze watches me until I leave the church parking lot.
Body humming and on fire for the first time in my life, I should be ashamed, disgusted with myself, but I’m not. My underwear is soaking wet, and I can’t wait to get home and take care of this ache in my lady parts.
I smile like a fool, and it doesn’t leave my face the entire drive home.
Chapter Twelve
Shades
“So, what’s with the sunglasses? Are they prescription or is this part of your outfit so you can look cool?”
Letty’s question tells me that after another week watching over the church, she’s finally getting used to my presence. To having the Reckless Souls around all day. She still blushes like a school girl, but she’s not so skittish. She’s actually chatty as hell.
Not sure which I prefer. “Cool? Honey, I was born cool.”
A laugh bubbles up out of her, and she shakes her head, bumps my shoulder playfully. “Super cheesy, but I do think you’re one of those people born cool. I’ll bet you had the leather jacket even before you got the motorcycle.”