Page 58 of Dark Side of the Cloth (The Righteous 1)
“What do you want?” he asked again. The raging fire between her thighs intensified and made her moan as Dean’s leg rubbed against her sensitive mound.
“I…I want…”
A loud buzzer sounded, and she leapt back from Dean, looking around for the sound’s source. Dean groaned loudly, his eyes snapping as his mouth pulled into a tight line. The loud annoying sound came again, and Dean strode to the door. He pressed the button by a speaker and spoke.
“Father O’Sullivan here.”
“Father O’Sullivan, I’m sorry to bother you, but we need you out at an accident. It’s not looking good, and the young man says he wants his last rites. I wouldn’t bother you at this hour if it weren’t life and death.”
Yasmine looked at the time and realized it was close to eleven.
“Yes, of course, Sheriff. Give me five minutes, and I’ll be down.” Dean released the little button and sighed. Wandering back over to where he’d left her, Dean tucked a piece of her wavy hair behind her ear.
“I’m sorry, but I must go.”
“I know. I should probably get going anyway.” Yasmine moved out of his hold and retrieved her coat.
“You could stay here if you like.”
“No, I think it’s best that I go. Maybe this was a sign, you know?” She nodded toward the cross on the wall. “Thank you for the lovely meal and the company.”
Giving Dean a small smile, she started to walk by him, but he grabbed her arm. Yasmine couldn’t stop herself from looking into the intense stare that she felt like drowning in.
“We’re not done with our conversation, my sweet Yasmine. You’ve made me cross a line twice now that I don’t want to come back from.”
He kissed her hard and fast, her head spinning. He marched out the door ahead of her, and she was left staring after him, her heart stuck in her throat.
