“Are you trying to wrangle a confession out of me? To cleanse me in more ways than one?”
He tugged my head back until I was staring at the ceiling instead of him. “And if I was?”
“Then you’re wasting your time. I don’t do things I’ll regret later.” A drop of water hit my lips, so I licked it away. “Of course, that doesn’t mean much, considering I don’t really have regrets. I’m not that kind of girl. If it’s fun and it makes me feel good, I do it. And I don’t sit there in the morning and wish I could take it back.”
His fingers moved over my scalp, sending tingles down my spine and over my whole body. I’d been with a few men, and they’d made me feel good in bed—but they’d never made me feel like
this
. It made me wonder what it would feel like if Thorn wasn’t who he was, and if we were free to get naked and sweaty together.
I bet I wouldn’t be able to walk for a week afterward.
“Even if it’s wrong?” he asked quietly. His mouth was right next to my ear, so his hot breath washed over me, intensifying the desire curling in my belly. My nipples tightened, and my breath stuck in my throat. I gripped his shirt with my bad arm to balance myself, and brushed my nails across his hard chest. Is it even legal for a seminarian to be so damn fit? So irresistible? “Even if you
know
you shouldn’t do it?”
“That only makes it even more fun,” I said, my voice breathy.
“Is that so?”
I fisted his shirt, tugging him a little bit closer. Not because I had nefarious intent, but because if I hadn’t my body might have given out on me. Being in his arms like this washed away all the bad thoughts, and made me feel like my whole body was pure jelly. “Of course. You have to agree with me. Like, that time you were fucking Grace Borrowton in Mikey’s room while her dad was downstairs getting drunk with mine. I bet that was exhilarating, wasn’t it?”
He made a choked sound. “I don’t really remember. Like I said. Changed man.”
“Yeah…” I bit my tongue and ran my hand up to his shoulder, gripping it. It was sturdier than his shirt—and God, I needed that right now. “Are you sure you’ve changed all that much?”
“I haven’t had sex since I entered seminary school,” he said, his hands still massaging my scalp. I let his touch wash over me. “So, yeah. I’m pretty sure I’ve changed.”
I ran my thumb over the smooth cotton of his shirt, wincing at the sharp jab of pain it caused in my wrist. “But do you think about it? Dream about it? Want it? Wake up with your hand down your pants?”
He made a choking sound.
“Rose.”
“What? I’m just curious, is all.”
“Those aren’t things you should ask a priest,” he said quietly.
“Ah…” I lifted my lids. “But you keep telling me you’re not a priest yet.”
He frowned, not saying anything.
“Inquiring minds want to know,” I said to fill the silence. “And I answered your personal question. It’s only fair.”
“I don’t—” He stopped massaging my scalp and reached across me to grab the shampoo. His forearm brushed across my hard nipples, and we both stiffened as a moan escaped me. Arm still extended, he turned to me, his lips parted.
“Rose.”
Slowly, oh so slowly, his gaze dipped down to my breasts. There was no doubting it this time. “Sorry. I can’t help it. You’re—well, you know. But we can stop. I’ll—”
“Don’t move. Don’t you dare move.” He flexed his jaw, and he slowly lifted his gaze to mine. With his other hand, he smoothed my wet hair back from my face. His touch was strong. Steady. Addictive. “You’re beautiful. You know that, right?”
I swallowed back a groan, and for the first time all day, the pain that had been my constant companion since last night faded away. “Yeah. Sure. Whatever.”
“It’s so hard to pretend I don’t notice. You have no idea how hard it is.” He licked his lips and snaked his hand behind my neck, resting his
He tugged my head back until I was staring at the ceiling instead of him. “And if I was?”
“Then you’re wasting your time. I don’t do things I’ll regret later.” A drop of water hit my lips, so I licked it away. “Of course, that doesn’t mean much, considering I don’t really have regrets. I’m not that kind of girl. If it’s fun and it makes me feel good, I do it. And I don’t sit there in the morning and wish I could take it back.”
His fingers moved over my scalp, sending tingles down my spine and over my whole body. I’d been with a few men, and they’d made me feel good in bed—but they’d never made me feel like
this
. It made me wonder what it would feel like if Thorn wasn’t who he was, and if we were free to get naked and sweaty together.
I bet I wouldn’t be able to walk for a week afterward.
“Even if it’s wrong?” he asked quietly. His mouth was right next to my ear, so his hot breath washed over me, intensifying the desire curling in my belly. My nipples tightened, and my breath stuck in my throat. I gripped his shirt with my bad arm to balance myself, and brushed my nails across his hard chest. Is it even legal for a seminarian to be so damn fit? So irresistible? “Even if you
know
you shouldn’t do it?”
“That only makes it even more fun,” I said, my voice breathy.
“Is that so?”
I fisted his shirt, tugging him a little bit closer. Not because I had nefarious intent, but because if I hadn’t my body might have given out on me. Being in his arms like this washed away all the bad thoughts, and made me feel like my whole body was pure jelly. “Of course. You have to agree with me. Like, that time you were fucking Grace Borrowton in Mikey’s room while her dad was downstairs getting drunk with mine. I bet that was exhilarating, wasn’t it?”
He made a choked sound. “I don’t really remember. Like I said. Changed man.”
“Yeah…” I bit my tongue and ran my hand up to his shoulder, gripping it. It was sturdier than his shirt—and God, I needed that right now. “Are you sure you’ve changed all that much?”
“I haven’t had sex since I entered seminary school,” he said, his hands still massaging my scalp. I let his touch wash over me. “So, yeah. I’m pretty sure I’ve changed.”
I ran my thumb over the smooth cotton of his shirt, wincing at the sharp jab of pain it caused in my wrist. “But do you think about it? Dream about it? Want it? Wake up with your hand down your pants?”
He made a choking sound.
“Rose.”
“What? I’m just curious, is all.”
“Those aren’t things you should ask a priest,” he said quietly.
“Ah…” I lifted my lids. “But you keep telling me you’re not a priest yet.”
He frowned, not saying anything.
“Inquiring minds want to know,” I said to fill the silence. “And I answered your personal question. It’s only fair.”
“I don’t—” He stopped massaging my scalp and reached across me to grab the shampoo. His forearm brushed across my hard nipples, and we both stiffened as a moan escaped me. Arm still extended, he turned to me, his lips parted.
“Rose.”
Slowly, oh so slowly, his gaze dipped down to my breasts. There was no doubting it this time. “Sorry. I can’t help it. You’re—well, you know. But we can stop. I’ll—”
“Don’t move. Don’t you dare move.” He flexed his jaw, and he slowly lifted his gaze to mine. With his other hand, he smoothed my wet hair back from my face. His touch was strong. Steady. Addictive. “You’re beautiful. You know that, right?”
I swallowed back a groan, and for the first time all day, the pain that had been my constant companion since last night faded away. “Yeah. Sure. Whatever.”
“It’s so hard to pretend I don’t notice. You have no idea how hard it is.” He licked his lips and snaked his hand behind my neck, resting his
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