Page 19 of Divine Temptations

Jake

“What are you afraid of?” I asked him, voice rough with restraint. “Is it me?”

Ethan stammered, eyes wide, lips parted. “No, I mean yes, I mean… I don’t know.”

That was all I needed.

I moved in and kissed him like I meant it. Like I was starving, and he was the feast. And holy hell, he tasted like fear, fire, and something holy I didn’t deserve. Ethan melted into me, a soft whimper escaping against my mouth like a prayer slipping loose from his soul. I could feel the war inside him, shame versus desire, but his body chose for him.

His hands clutched my shirt like he didn’t know if he wanted to push me away or pull me closer. So I did it for him. I deepened the kiss until he moaned into it, and I knew right then: he was mine. Not just tonight. Not just for this. But mine.

When I finally broke the kiss, he looked dazed, lips red and wet. His chest rose and fell like he’d just run a mile. His voice was a whisper when he said, “Jake…”

I took a step back, just enough to watch him while I reached down and started unzipping my boots.

“You ever had someone worship you?” I asked, voice low. “Ever been truly worshipped, Ethan?”

He stared at me like I was speaking in tongues.

Boots off. Shirt next. I pulled it over my head and tossed it to the floor. His eyes followed every inch of skin I revealed, like he couldn’t look away, like maybe he wasn’t sure if this was seduction or a test of faith.

“You’re lookin’ at me like I’m a sin, preacher man,” I said, smiling darkly. “And maybe I am. But I promise I’ll make you feel damned good.”

I reached for the button of my jeans, slow and deliberate. “You know what I thought the first time I saw you?”

He licked his lips, still wordless.

“That I’d never wanted to ruin someone more in my life.” I popped the button. “You looked like temptation and repression wrapped in a tidy little package. All that goodness just waiting to come undone.”

I slid the zipper down. His eyes dropped, and his breath hitched.

“I’m gonna make you forget every Bible verse they used to make you hate yourself,” I whispered. “Gonna make you believe in heaven for real this time.”

I shoved my jeans down, stepped out of them, and stood there in my black briefs—my cock thick and hard, barely contained. Ethan’s mouth opened like he might protest, but all that came out was the softest, most reverent, “Oh my God.”

His gaze locked on the outline of my bulge. No shame in it. Just pure, stunned want.

I palmed myself through the cotton, letting out a soft hiss at the pressure. “You wanna be good, Ethan?” I asked, stepping toward him. “Or do you wanna be honest?”

He whimpered and squeezed his thighs together, like that could hide the erection straining in his pants.

I reached for the waistband of my briefs. “Last chance to stop me.”

He didn’t stop me.

So I ripped the damn things off like they were paper. His eyes got even wider, and he actually leaned back a little, as if the sight of me was too much.

“You’re gonna let me touch you,” I said, climbing onto the bed in front of him, all slow and predatory. “You want it. I can see it. You’re shaking.”

He was. Ethan’s knees trembled. His fingers clenched on the comforter, and his breath was coming in shallow gasps.

“I shouldn’t,” he whispered, almost like he believed it.

“But you will,” I said, brushing my lips over his. “You’ll let me kiss you. Let me make you moan. Let me bury myself so deep inside you, the only name you’ll remember is mine.”

His eyes rolled back slightly. I’d swear to God I saw Ethan bite his lip to keep from begging.

I reached down and cupped him through his pants. His hips bucked, involuntary, and he let out a guttural noise that went straight to my cock.