Priest (A Standalone Bad Boy Romance Love Story) (17 page)

CHAPTER
THIRTY-SIX

DAPHNE

I want this man more than I’ve ever wanted
anything. I need him…more than air…more than water. He wants me, too. Daphne
with the abusive father and the non-existent mother and the go-nowhere job…he
wants me.

His body is sculpted like an athlete. His
features are more perfect that the most famous movie star. He’s smart and funny
and charming.

I’m nobody…just Daphne who wore rags to
school and spent most of my life trying not to be noticed. If they noticed,
they would ask questions and then they would judge. He doesn’t judge me,
though. He knows about my father, at least some of it, and he still looks at me
with some sort of awe in his eyes.

He whispers to me how much he loves me as
he kisses my lips and my neck. He strokes my cheek and tells me how beautiful I
am and how much he wants me.

I sit perfectly still as he undresses me,
following each button with a kiss, all the way down to my mid-section. I
willingly let him slide off my blouse and I take deep breaths as I feel his
hands slide around behind me and unhook my bra.

 
He
gazes down on my naked breasts with adoration before bringing his lips down to
them. Oh my gosh…he’s licking my nipples and he’s sucking on them. I’m so wet
and I want him to touch me between my legs so badly.

When he looks at me, there is no denying
that he is falling in love with me—the same as I am with him. His smile is so
sexy, and I can’t wait a moment longer.

I propel myself into his strong arms and I
kiss him, long and slow and deep. He plunges his tongue into my mouth and mine
slides against his. I swirl mine around inside of his mouth and he tastes like
peppermint and chocolate. I run my hands up and twist them up in his soft hair.

His hands are all over my body. They’re
about to touch me in my center, the place that was burning out of control with
need for him….

And then, my nightmare began.
My phone is ringing—where is it? Why won’t
it stop ringing? I just want to be left alone…with him
.

It took me almost a full minute before I
could process that it wasn’t the phone, it was my alarm. It was time to get up
and I’d had another long, wet dream about Jace. I’d had one every day that week,
and when I woke up, I was sweating and panting and sometimes my hand was in my
panties.

My mind wanted to go back to that Saturday
night, falling asleep cocooned in his arms, breathing in his scent, feeling his
body against mine. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I couldn't stop dreaming
about him.

I wanted him like I’ve never wanted
anything in my life and I didn't know how much longer I could go on pretending
to just be his friend. No, that’s not true. I did know: I couldn't do it any
longer. The whole time I was with him, all I could think about is how he feels
and how he tastes and how badly I want to taste and feel him.

I
can’t pretend any longer that I’m just his friend. I want so much more that
that; I want it all.

I
know that he’s a priest. But, he came on to me first. He looks at me like he
wants so much more, and when he talks about the priesthood, there is no
conviction behind it.

What
if he does want me as badly as he does in my dreams? What if he’s holding back,
afraid if he gives up his vocation that I won’t want him? Maybe I should tell
him. Maybe if I just tell him how much I love him and want him…then maybe we
can at least move forward, one way or the other.

I got out of bed and took my usual cold
shower.
Even if he says no like he did
before, at least I’ll know and I can start trying to move on. I can’t do that
with this pretend friendship we’ve got going on. It’s his way of being around
me because he’s incredibly attracted to me, too.

I
can see it on his face; I can feel it when we’re alone in a room. I can hear it
in his voice when we talk. He can deny it if he wants to, but I know he wants
me.

After I got dressed, I did the only thing
I knew to do that would ensure us a quiet, private, calm conversation: I went
to confession.

Yes, I knew how blasphemous it was. I was
on my knees, pretending to pray, and waiting for everyone else to go first so I
can have time with him…and I knew how bad this was. When it was finally my turn,
I entered the confessional and out of habit I said, “Bless me, Father, for I
have sinned.”

“Daphne?” he whispered.

“Yes, it’s me. I have to talk to you.”

“Daphne, this isn’t the place.”

“I know! Don’t you think I know that? I
used to be so respectful of the church and all of the sacraments…but then I
went and fell for a priest.”

“Daphne, please, what if someone hears
you?”

“There’s no one left out there. I’m your
last.”

“We can’t talk about this here.”

“We are talking about it, Jace. I have to
get this out, now. I dream about you every single night. They’re not innocent
dreams. They’re hot, sexy, passionate dreams. It’s driving me crazy. I wake up
wet and covered in sweat and smelling like sex. I can’t get you out of my head.”

I stopped when I heard his side of the
confessional open. He was just going to leave. I was such an idiot… Or maybe
not.

I heard the click of my door and I looked
up into his sexy eyes. They had the most intense look in them that I’d ever
seen. I thought he was there to scold me, but when I stood up, he took me into
his arms and kissed me. His full lips caressed mine and then he used his tongue
to part my lips and he slipped it into my mouth.

He kissed me hungrily, and the idea that
we were inside of a confessional, under the roof of the house of God, did not
even entire my mind. His hands were all over me, touching me like a blind man
who’d never seen a woman…like he was trying to memorize my every curve.

When he broke the kiss, I thought that was
it and he would leave. I was so wrong. He reached back and locked the door to
the confessional behind us and then he began to disrobe, literally.

When he had his cassock and collar off, I
was surprised to see that all he had on underneath were boxers. I’d always
wondered what they wore under those things. His uniform was suddenly the
furthest thing from my mind as he ripped my dress up over her head, flipped me
around, and unhooked my bra. Then he brought his hands around to cup my warm
breasts.

I felt his hard body pressed into my back,
and I could feel his breath on my neck as he brushed past it and leaned in to
nibble on my ear. I shuddered and pushed back into him.

He growled low in his chest and flipped me
around again to face him. He claimed my mouth hungrily, forcing his tongue in
and tasting every inch while his hands continued to caress my body. They were
sliding down into the back of my underwear as I melted into his arm.

My body was quivering all over as his
hands traced my curves. His mouth found my collarbone and his hot breath left a
trail across my skin as he nibbled and licked his way down to my nipples.

I was out of my mind with lust as his
fingers played with the edges of my panties around the tops of my thighs and
his mouth found and claimed a rock hard nipple. He sucked it in between his
lips and held it there with his teeth while he flicked it and licked it with
his tongue. He moved over and made love to the other one with his mouth,
causing my warm juices to flood my panties and slide slowly down between my
thighs.

I felt him grab the top of my panties and
begin pushing them down over my hips. He let his tongue play inside my
bellybutton on the way down, and then he used his hands to gently part my
thighs. His fingers played in the smooth, warm liquid that coated my thighs.

I moaned and rubbed my hands through his
hair as I thrust my hips forward, begging him to touch my pussy. It was on fire.
My legs were growing so weak I had to press my back into the corner of the
small, wooden closet.

Finally, he touched me…and waves of
electricity surged through my body. His fingers slid across my opening, all the
way down, and then back up and across my aching clit.

“So wet,” I heard him whisper as he stood
back up and let one finger slide into me. He worked it in, burying it before he
added another. He worked them in and out and I whimpered, almost on the verge
of tears, unable to process the sensations he was sending through my body.

I could feel how hard he was through his
boxers now as he pressed into me hard, fingering me and massaging my clit. I
whined and pushed him back far enough to get my hands on those shorts and put
them down. I needed him inside of me; I was past the point of want.

I took him in my hand and delighted in the
strangled sound that came from deep within his chest. He took another small
step back and pulled his fingers out of me so he could push the shorts the rest
of the way down and get them out of my way.

As soon as they were gone, he thrust
towards me. His hard cock disappeared between my thighs, and I could feel the
heat of him as his hard erection slid across my clit, nearly sending me into
convulsions. He reached down and wrapped his big arms around my hips and lifted
me up off the ground. He shoved me back into the wall as I wrapped my legs
around him, and then he entered me.

The top of my head nearly exploded from
the feeling of his hard cock buried deep inside of me. As he moved in and out
of me, he engulfed my mouth once again with his. It was a raw, hard kiss that
belied the need between us. His hands were cupping the cheeks of my ass,
holding me tightly in place as he drove his cock into me.

I bit down hard on my bottom lip to keep
from crying out. He was so hot…and he filled me up completely. M breaths were
coming in little gasps as he rocked up and down, back and forth, grinding his
pelvis into mine, giving me every inch of his glorious erection.

He pulled back and looked into my face
with that incredibly intense look again as he quickened his pace and slammed
into me again and again. He let go of one of my cheeks and brought his hand
around to take a breast in his hand. He kneaded and massaged and squeezed and tweaked.

I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to
control myself much longer; I needed to scream.

He must have sensed it because once again
he covered my mouth with his, muffling both of our sounds. I felt him moan into
my mouth as I felt him pinch down hard on my nipple. I was right there, on the
edge, when I felt that hand slide down in between us.

He let go of the kiss and let my body fall
back slightly so his fingers could find my clit. When they did, they began to
circle, pinch, and pull on it. My hips humped greedily against him as my
fingernails raked the flesh on his back. I had to press my face into his
shoulder, and from that point escaped my muffled screams.

Shockwaves began to bolt through my body
with each desperate thrust. I could actually feel him losing control as he
pumped deeper and harder. I squeaked as the orgasm began to build and hurtle me
towards a monumental climax.

Everything blurred and I could barely see
thanks to the sweat that poured down into my eyes. I was gasping as I felt him
stiffen up against me, and then it was his turn to bury his face into me to
muffle the sounds his body wanted to make with his release. Once he finished
coming, I felt him shiver and shake, and then I suddenly went cold as he pulled
out of me and lowered me to my feet.

He bent down and picked up my dress and
underwear and handed them to me, then he picked up his own and slipped them on.
Still dazed from what had just happened, I slowly began to dress.

Jace had his robes back on and holding his
collar in his hand, he turned to the little door to go. “Wait… I don’t know… I
mean, what does this mean?”

He turned back to me, cupped my face in
his hands and kissed me hard. “We’ll figure it out,” he said. Then he slipped
out. I stood there in the house of the Lord that I loved and worshipped and
waited to make sure the coast was clear…and then I slipped out, as well.

CHAPTER
THIRTY-SEVEN

JACE

I prayed every morning and every night,
and ten times in between, but He won’t talk to me. He won’t tell me what to do.

I had sex in a confessional.

I sat there and listened to her talk about
her dreams and it sounded like she was describing my own. I felt myself get
excited and I remembered waking up with her in my arms…and I just lost control.

It’s bad enough that as a priest I was having
sex at all…but in a confessional? In front of the altar? Had I no decency left
at all?

I didn't know what was happening to me. I
do know that I think more about Daphne than I do my faith. I can’t imagine what
my life would be like now if she walked away; I couldn’t imagine life without
being able to make love to her any longer, either.

I knew now that when I was with her, my
self-control was not just lacking—it was absent. She’d become my sustenance, she’d
taken the place of the church in my eyes and she was the one I wanted to
worship.

Had I committed the ultimate sin? Or was
this something God would forgive because I honestly thought there is no way I
could control it if I wanted to.

Maybe I wasn’t really meant to be a
priest. Maybe it wasn’t so much my calling as it was my escape, and I no longer
needed to hide from life. I wanted a life now…with Daphne.

I had told her we would figure it out, but
then I never called her. I was so confused. I knew she was, too, and I didn’t
want to confuse her further.

I couldn't let the silence go on, though,
or I might lose her. I couldn't lose her. When I thought about that possibility,
I felt like I couldn't breathe.

I had to make a decision. I had to talk to
her and we had to come to a decision together.
I can’t take this any longer. We have to figure it out now, today.
I grabbed my keys and headed over to see her.