Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
No, Momma, I am not religious. I am just paving a nice, shiny road to hell. But if you saw his green eyes, chiseled jaw, and sexy smile, you would so get it.
It was a very small house. Living room, kitchen with a table, no dining room, and from what I could tell, one bedroom and bathroom. That was all it could be. There wasn’t enough structure for there to be more. My favorite thing about it was that there was a faint trace of his scent in the air.
Just before Mass started, I’d gotten a text from Jude.
Jude:
Walk out at eleven fifteen while I am still talking. Go outside and go over to the rec hall, then walk around it to the back. Just between the rec hall and the church, you will see a clearing between the trees. Follow it. When you get to the front stoop, there is a loose stone to the right of the step. Pick it up, and the key will be there. Go inside. I’ll meet you there.
It all felt very clandestine, but then I supposed a priest shouldn’t allow single women into his home. Or perhaps spend time away from the church with them. I wasn’t sure of the rules. With a priest who looked like Father McDreamy…a grin broke out on my face, and then I laughed. I liked that. Why hadn’t I thought of it before? Anyway, with a priest like Jude, women had to throw themselves at him all the time.
Was I throwing? No, I wasn’t. I was flirting, but he was flirting too.
I heard footsteps on the stoop just before the door opened. Jude closed it, then stepped inside. His gaze scanned the room until he found me sitting on his sofa. The pleased look on his face did things to my lady parts, heart, and ego. He was happy to see me.
“Hey,” he said.
Then, his eyes dropped to my chest, and I saw him suck in a deep breath. Glancing down, I remembered I’d taken off the jacket. It had gotten hot outside, and I wasn’t in church anymore.
“It got warm,” I explained, not at all upset over the way he ripped his eyes off my boobs and swallowed hard.
“Uh, yeah…” He cleared his throat. “Sorry.”
I wasn’t.
He walked toward the kitchen. “Can I get you a water?”
He had his back to me. He wanted to look again and was fighting it. I’d have some fun with that.
“Yes, please. I’m parched.” I stood up and made my way to follow him.
He opened his small older-model refrigerator and took out two bottles. I stopped and leaned on the small island that separated the living area from the kitchen area to watch him, and because when he turned around, my cleavage would be on display. Seeing his eyes heat up was a drug I wanted more of.
“Since we will be gone during lu-nch,” he said, freezing when his gaze went right where I’d wanted it to. Both waters in his hands, door to the refrigerator still open, Father Jude barely blinked.
I reached toward him with one hand for a water. Yes, it caused my boobs to jiggle and possibly move one so a nipple was dangerously close to popping free, but again, seeing this man want me was intoxicating. Because the feeling was mutual.
“Thanks,” I said as he swallowed, trying not to look at my chest.
He placed the water in my hand while pushing the door closed. Leaning up on my elbows, I opened the water, still keeping his complete attention on my tits.
He cleared his throat again and pulled at his collar, tearing his eyes off me. “If I cut the air down, would you possibly put the jacket back on and button it up to your neck?”
I let out a soft laugh. “Too much skin for the food pantry?” I asked.
He opened his water and kept his eyes on the lid as if it were the answer to all life’s questions and he couldn’t lose it. “Eh, well, maybe. But I was thinking now.”
I straightened back up and stepped away from the island, but I didn’t move to get my jacket. “It’s not very comfortable. Is it okay if I wait until we are there?”
Jude pulled at his collar some more. My attention snagged on how big his fingers were. They were masculine and tanned, as if he’d spent his days doing manual labor in the sun.
“Saylor.” He said my name, and I stopped admiring his hand to look at his face. He was still keeping his gaze averted.
“Yes?”
“Raw truth?”
“Yes.”
He took a deep breath and let it out. “If I look at you, I’m not going to be able to take my eyes off your chest. And I am sorry about that. I’m a priest, but I am also a man, and you’re…” He paused for a moment, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth before slowly letting it go. “Just…could you turn around so I can think?”