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With my spine pressed against the books, he leaned in closer, a hand propped up against a shelf. That close to him, his intimidating presence towered over me. I gripped the book harder, using it as my lifeline to stop myself from trembling, to do something with my hands other than appear as nervous as I felt on the inside.
His gaze narrowed on me after a long pause as if deciding how to ask me something.
“I know you watched me in the shower the other night.”
I blinked at the words that hung in the air between us, charged with tension, taken aback as the realization sank in. My cheeks flushed hot, and I stumbled upon a response.
His smirk told me he didn’t need my confirmation. He knew the truth.
“Are you so sure it was me, and you weren’t imagining things?” I managed, trying for nonchalance, not ready to admit I had been gawking at a naked priest jerking off in the shower and had enjoyed it.
He gave a low chuckle, not a sound amusement but rather clear that he knew I lied. As much as he might be right, an edge of irritation came over me as his cockiness crawled up my spine.
“I have proof it was you,” he whispered.
I could barely breathe, and my stomach swam with butterflies, tingling in anticipation of something I knew was wrong.
He stood there, heat pouring off him, curling around me, drawing me closer to him. The temptation was there to press against his body, to inhale his scent, to finally discover what his lips felt like against mine.
Guilt clenched around me—he was a priest. Except why was the Father staring at me as if he was flirting with me, tempting me to make the first move? It had to be in my head.
“Well, I have studies to do, and…” The rest of my words faded away when his fingers brushed mine where I grasped the textbook.
“You’re staying here, and I’m going to show you how I know it was you.”
My entire body burned up. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
When his face moved close to mine as if he might kiss me, I froze, my heart thundering in my ears. We were caught in each other's gazes.
“You’ve been a sinful girl, haven’t you, Kat?” His voice darkened as his hand fell to the hem of my skirt, slipping underneath it and tracing the length of my thigh until he reached the edge of my bikini line.
My heart stilled as I drowned in his eyes.
Why I still stood there, unmoving or not pushing him away, was beyond me. I was confused and so turned on, I ached. It was stupid of me, but I wanted to stay. I fooled myself by saying it was a curiosity to see if he really knew it was me who had been spying on him.
It’d been over a year since my last boyfriend, since my last kiss, since a man had touched me. I blamed that for my eagerness to stay near the Father, enjoying his touch, while my cheeks grew hotter.
Logan’s stare pierced through me. He smiled in a devious way that should have had me running away, but I couldn’t look away.
His gaze fell to my lips.
My pulse fluttered in my veins.
Then he did something I should have expected, yet it still left me in complete disbelief. He slipped his fingers under the elastic of my panties, studying me as if holding me down. I had free will to push him away, yet I didn’t.
I gasped for air, my head clouding with arousal, with anticipation. Every inch of me could only focus on one thing—his fingers sliding across my slick folds.
“Jesus,” he muttered under his breath, pressing a finger over my clit. “I love how wet you are.”
I didn’t know what to do or what to say, but I was hot, my body purring in response to his touch. Running my teeth across my lower lip, I bit down as a moan grazed my throat.
Amusement danced across his face as he pushed two fingers into me, and I cried out a breathy sound. My nipples were hard knots against the fabric of my dress, against the book I clutched against my chest like a lifeline.
Of course, me enjoying this wasn’t a good thing. Anything that made me forget how to breathe wasn’t good for me, right?
He worked his fingers in and out of me, and I wanted to say something, but nothing came out but a moan. That amused smile played on his lips, clear this priest knew what he was doing, and Sara’s words came back about being with older men. The thought alone had me squeezing my walls as fire scorched me.
He stood so close to me, I felt his breath washing over my face.
