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Goldie.
“Same dumb kid you always were,” he mutters, and the words slice deep. It’s like he somehow knows exactly where my thoughts went. “So fucking gullible.”
“I’m not a kid anymore,” I say defensively, blinking away the past. Roman slides his eyes to me again, his sardonic smile falling as his body stills.
“No,” he breathes. “You’re not.” His throat bobs as he drops his gaze, taking in my sundress, my bare arms and legs—my body. It’s so different from the one he last saw all those years ago. Time has changed us both.
Before I can appreciate the feeling of his full attention on me, he looks back to the Bible and rips another page out haphazardly. The flame flickers to life moments before he holds the paper over it, watching as it sizzles into nothing, burning away like it never existed.
“You’re going to Hell for that,” I mutter, rolling my eyes.
His fingers pause, his body tensing as he stares down at the book. Slowly, he turns toward me. The heavy weight of his gaze sears me more than his flame would, and I gasp, falling slightly back. My chest heaves with my labored breaths, and his eyes drop again, taking in my breasts. They’re larger than they were before.
I’ve grown up.
Doesn’t he see that?
The thought barely forms before he’s leaning his massive body over mine. My breath catches when the Bible tumbles to the floor, his Zippo nowhere to be seen as he braces one hand on the back of the pew, the other on the wood by my head. The heat of his body radiates off him like an open flame, and I clutch my hands tightly in my dress.
“If you’re so worried about my damnation, why don’t you get on your knees and pray for me, little sister?” he says huskily.
Heat courses through my body at his words, at the tone of his voice, and I clench my thighs together. One knee hits his and I know he can feel me restraining myself below him.
His eyes drop to my lips, and they part, a small breath leaving me as I force myself to not beg him to kiss me. To take me right here on this pew for God and everyone to see.
So long.
It’s been so fucking long since I’ve felt him, tasted him.
Would he taste the same as he did before?
The wood creaks under his hand as he grips it tighter. His eyes lift to mine again, and the heat in them is nearly my undoing. I suck in a sharp breath as his Adam's apple bobs, clearly as affected by our proximity as I am.
“Are you going to kiss me?” I choke out, my voice breathless.
The corner of his mouth kicks up, his eyes narrowing as he shifts his gaze between mine. His tongue darts out, wetting the soft expanse of the lips I once knew so well.
“Depends,” he whispers, bringing his mouth closer to mine.
His breath brushes against my jaw and my eyes flutter shut. My heart pounds in my chest and a fine sheen of sweat breaks out along my forehead. “On what?” I breathe.
I gasp as his lips ghost over my cheek, my back arching up into him. His heavy chest presses lightly against mine as he moves his mouth closer to where I want it.
Dizzy.
I’m so fucking dizzy.
The room is spinning. My heart pounds between us like it’s trying to claw itself out of my chest to him, like it recognizes him. Needs him.
I hold my breath, anticipating his lips crashing into mine, giving me a taste of the man I’ve been desperate for for years. Without me telling them to, my legs drift open, silently begging him to settle himself between them like that spot is his rightful home.
His lips settle just above mine, teasing me with every slow inhale and sharp exhale. Smokey warmth fills me, lighting my nerves of fire.
“On whether these sweet lips have been wrapped around Daddy Dearest’s cock yet,” he murmurs.
For a breath, just a breath, weighted silence falls between us, so heavy it’s practically choking me.
My eyes shoot open and I stare up into his amused face as the words sink in. Boiling rage overtakes every other emotion I’d just been feeling. Anything kind I’d just thought, any excuse I’d been ready to make for him, flies out the window.
