“Pretty sure the good reverend would crucify me if I got his crews drunk before work.”
Harry grins. “Nah man, your old man is alright. Hell, he’d join in.”
I chuckle. “He might.”
“It’s the other one that scares the shit outta me.”
“The other one?”
He jerks his thumb over his shoulder, and I follow it to see Leonard screaming and pointing wildly at some poor volunteers.
“Yikes.”
“Yeah, no shit. We’ve already bumped heads twice. Listen bro, I’m a fuckin’ Catholic myself, but the guy thinks every fuckin’ screw and nail that goes into this place needs to get personally blessed by His Holiness.”
“I’ll uh, I’ll talk to my dad.” I frown and shake my head. “Fuck it. I’ll talk to him and see if I can calm him down.”
“Yeah?” Harry mutters with a raised brow. “Get ready then,” he mumbles as he grabs a coffee and skips out.
“Wait, what do you-”
“Rowan.”
It’s Leonard’s voice, directly behind me.
Great.
I turn. “Hey, Leonard! Interest you in a don-”
“There were two beer bottles on the back porch of the house this morning.”
I freeze, swallowing the sudden lump in my throat as his steely eyes lock onto me.
“Huh,” I nod, frowning. “Sorry, I must’ve left them there back when I was working on the house before you guys arrived.”
“They weren’t there yesterday.”
“No?”
“No, they weren’t.” His eyes pierce into me, like he’s looking into me to see what I’m hiding.
Fuck.
“Neighborhood kids, probably,” I say as casually as I can.
It’s fucking weird that I lie to him, too. Nothing happened last night, and there’s nothing wrong with me having a drink with his above drinking age daughter.
So why do I feel guilty?
Why does it feel like dirty secret I need to shut up about?
“Neighborhood kids,” he says flatly.
“Yeah, takes all kinds, right?”
He nods, those eyes of his still glaring into me like he’s about to suss out the truth. “Well, we’ve got work to do.”
“Definitely.”
I decide to skip the “can you please stop hassling the workers” talk for now.
“So, care for a donut, Leonard?”
“I do not.”
He turns abruptly and storms way.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter under my breath. Taking a swig of my coffee. I glance up, and see Eva working with some of the other volunteers across the job site.
Smiling.
Pushing her long blonde hair out of her face.
She looks up suddenly and sees me, and she grins and gives a small wave.
Shit.
This is temptation.
This is wicked sin.
And I want more.
Chapter Thirteen
Evangeline
“Take off your panties.”
I gasp as his voice growls into my ear.
“We’re- we’re in church.”
“I said take them off.”
“But-”
“You want to learn? Well I’m here to teach you,” he whispers, his breath teasing the back of my neck.
“Rowan-”
“Now.”
I nod quietly, my hand slipping up my leg, under my dress. I pause for a single second before I hook my fingertips into the waist of my panties and slowly pull them down my legs, raising my butt off the pew to slip them off.
“Like this?”
“Just like that,” he growls. “Now spread your legs.”
“But people could see.”
“They won’t.”
His hand is on my knee, sliding higher, and it’s everything I can do not to moan out loud. There are people all around us, their eyes locked to the sermon from the pulpit, but here I am with Rowan’s hand slipping up under my dress between my legs.
My breath is coming harsher as his hand moves higher and higher, pushing under the Sunday dress between my legs.
I whimper when his fingers find me soaking wet, and when he slips them over me, I almost cry out loud.
This is filthy.
This is so wrong.
We’re in a church for God’s sake.
“Spread your legs.”
I do as he says, eagerly. My legs part, and his fingers find my center. He slips them inside, and I groan, my hands tightening on the wood of the pew under me.
“Rowan-“ I breathe.
“I love when you say my name like that.”
“Oooh God.”
He’s stroking me, hitting this place right inside that’s making me shake. His thumb brushes over my clit, and I bring my fingers to my mouth to stifle the moan.
“Undo my pants.”
“What?”
“Go ahead.”
“People could see us.”
“They won’t,” he growls, his fingers moving more insistently between my legs.