Page 25 of Property of The Grump
He opens his mouth to speak, then scrubs his hand over his jaw before finally saying, “I… had impure thoughts about you. Thoughts I’ve never had in my life.”
My clit pulses and my heart rockets up at least twenty-six thousand notches. “What?”
“I know it’s unholy and I’ve been praying about it, but last night after the potluck, I couldn’t stop thinking about you and your body.”
I swallow hard. His admission shouldn’t be making me want him more, but it is. Leanne was right, Father Anderson has needs like every other man. “My body?”
“This is terrible timing. I’m sorry I’m doing this here, where you can’t get away. I should’ve thought that through.”
“It’s okay. I’m not scared. What kind of thoughts did you have about my body?” My groin sparkles as the question leaves my lips.
“I enjoyed our conversation in the confessional, and I prayed you’d come back for guidance, but that prayer was selfish because really, I wanted to see you. And when you came back… every hormone in my body that’s been sleeping woke up.” He sighs a centering sigh. “Last night I had an impure dream about you.”
I blink once, wondering if this is actually happening.
“What happened in the dream?” I whisper, the words catching in my throat as my pussy pulses against the rocky shore.
His shoulders rise as he draws in a deep breath. “It was a very sexual dream, Wren. I’m not proud of it.”
I should nod. I should just nod. Clearly, he doesn’t want to get into the details of the dream. My brain, though, has other motives.
“What kind of sexual things?” I press, my gaze dropping to his lips for a moment before refocusing on his dark eyes.
He stares up toward the sky and whispers something under his breath, as though he’s asking forgiveness, before he glances back toward me with a darker look in his gaze. “I dreamt that you were half naked in the rectory. That I tore off that little dress you wore yesterday and bent you over the back of my desk. I dreamt that I fucked you so hard that you gripped the edges of the wood and begged me to go harder and harder until I came. I woke up with sticky sheets. That’s why I was in the shower so late, and why I changed the bedding before you laid down.”
Okay, now my panties are soaked!
“I’m sorry I had these thoughts. I felt you needed to know the truth before you trusted me with any more of your feelings.”
“I have something I should confess too.” I wet my lips and narrow my gaze as I stare at the broad-shouldered priest with ink streaking down both arms. “I had an impure dream in your bed.”
He clears his throat and resituates himself on the stones as he looks at me. “What did you dream?”
He could’ve said anything right then, but he asked to know about the dream.
He wants to know my filthy thoughts. What I think of him. What I want him to do to me.
“I dreamt that you had those big hands on my hips, that you took me, that you fucked me hard and fast, that you growled out like an animal as you emptied yourself inside.”
He nods slowly, his eyelids heavy, a new look on his face that’s more carnal than before, like he’s struggling with losing control. “Did you leave satisfied?”
“I came all over your cock,” I bite back a smile, “though I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wake up this morning with an ache I don’t know how to satisfy.”
Another nod falls. “And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t frustrated by that same ache.”
He brushes his hand against the side of my face, his fingers gently moving my hair. “We better go before I do something I should regret.”
Should regret.
Not something wewouldregret.
Should.
I nod and stand from the sand, my pussy sopping wet as I stare at the super-hot, silver fox, biker priest, more sins rattling through my brain than ever before.
Chapter Nine
Kade
