Page 20 of Divine Temptations

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I asked, breath hot against his ear. “Bet I could make you come without even taking these pants off.”

Ethan whimpered.

“You’re gonna fall for me,” I whispered, dragging my hand up to his chest. “I’m gonna make you fall.”

His eyes fluttered shut. He was teetering on the edge. Still hadn’t said yes. Still hadn’t said no.

I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. Ethan’s chest heaved, and his lips parted. His eyes burned with something halfway between desperation and devotion.

And then he opened his mouth to speak.

Was he going to say yes?

Or was he about to break both our hearts?

Ethan opened his mouth. His lips trembled, and his eyes brimmed with something I couldn’t name. Fear, want, something ancient and deep.

“I can’t…” he whispered.

Then he looked at me.

Really looked. Like maybe the war was finally over. Like the tide inside him had finally turned. And when he leaned in, hesitant, and trembling, I knew.

He was done fighting.

Ethan kissed me.

It was messy. Raw. A little clumsy. But Jesus, it was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever felt.

His fingers curled into my shoulders like he needed to hang on for dear life. Ethan’s body leaned into mine with this sweet desperation, like he’d been starving for years and didn’t even know it. His cock pressed against mine through his jeans, hard and pulsing, and I swear to God, the sound that came out of him when our hips rubbed together was going to haunt my dreams.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, sitting up and breaking the kiss. “I can’t believe I’m… ”

“Believing,” I cut in, rough and soft all at once. “That’s what you’re doing.”

I pushed him back gently onto the bed, my body hovering over his. I undid his belt with one hand, never breaking eye contact.

“You’ve been living half a life, preacher. Let me show you the rest.”

He let out a broken moan.

I slid his jeans down, slow and reverent, like I was unwrapping a gift I didn’t deserve. His thighs shook, and his cock strained against his briefs—big, wet at the tip, and begging for release.

“Goddamn,” I muttered, voice low and reverent. “You’ve been hiding this?”

“Don’t, don’t look at me like that,” he whispered.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m something good.”

I kissed his thigh, then his hip, then the damp spot on his briefs. “You are.”

He let out a shuddering breath and lifted his hips. I peeled his briefs off slowly. And when he sprang free, I just… paused. Took him in.

Beautiful.

Flushed and thick, curved up toward his belly, like it had been begging for my touch his entire life.