Shelter Harbor: Sinner Part 15

Pushing her long blonde hair out of her face.

She looks up suddenly and sees me, and she grins and gives a small wave.

s.h.i.t.

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 b.u.t.t 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 G.o.d'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 G.o.d."

He's stroking me, hitting this place right inside that's making me shake. His thumb brushes over my c.l.i.t, 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.

I reach over, pulling at the buckle and unzipping his jeans. I reach in, and my eyes go wide as I pull out his...his c.o.c.k. I hold in the moan as his fingers slide in and out of me, making me rock against his hand.

"It's time."

"Time for what?" I whisper.

"Time for you to experience the whole thing."

I gasp. "Here?"

"Right here," he husks into my ear. "I want to feel that p.u.s.s.y sliding down every inch of me."

His fingers leave me, and his hands pull me onto his lap.

"But, what if people-"

"They won't, angel." He leans close, his lips right by mine. "Do you want this?"

"Yes," I gasp.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you to...do it."

"Do what."

"Make love to me."

"That what you want me to do to you?"

I swallow, slowly shaking my head. "No," I whisper.

"Then why don't you tell me what you really want me to do to you."

I lock eyes with him, feeling my pulse roar in my ears.

"Say it, angel."

"I want you to f.u.c.k me."

He grins wickedly, his hands tightening on me as he pulls me against him. His c.o.c.k slips against my thigh under the Sunday church dress. My legs spread, and I can feel him pressing at my center.

"I'm going to f.u.c.k you now, angel," he whispers into my ear. I'm practically dripping down his c.o.c.k I'm so wet.

"Please," I whimper.

"Please what."

"Please f.u.c.k me."

He pushes the head inside, I throw my head back, my eyes go wide up at the church ceiling, and- ...And that's when I wake up.

I wake in a sweat, shaking, my skin on fire and buzzing. I moan as I squeeze my thighs together, the telltale reminder of the filthy dream I just had still lingering between my legs.

G.o.d I'm so...wet.

It's light outside, but still early. I groan, dropping my head into my hands.

I had a s.e.x dream about Rowan. I freaking dreamed about having s.e.x with Rowan in a church for G.o.d's sake.

G.o.d.

G.o.d help me.

I'm still so wet, still so horribly, mortifyingly turned on. I twist under the covers, ignoring how terrible I know this is, and ignoring how morally wrong it is. I roll onto my front as my hands slide down my belly, fingers teasing lower. My panties are soaked, and my fingers trace over my seam through the wet cotton.

I whimper into the pillow.

Slowly, I push my panties down to my knees, my hands slipping up until I can feel the heat.

"Eva!"

I gasp, jolting around and yanking the covers up as the pounding rains down on my bedroom door again.

"Eva! Open the door!"

Chast.i.ty.

"Um, one sec!"

"Eva!"

"Hang on!"

I jump from the bed, yanking my panties up and pulling sweatpants on before I swing the door wide.

"What?"

"We're going to be late, Eva!"

"What?"

"Did your alarm go off?"

"What time is it?"

"It's already seven-thirty!"

c.r.a.p.

"I need to shower."

Chast.i.ty groans. "No! Just come on, we're going to be late for the job site."

"We are volunteering, you know."

She glares at me.

"Okay, okay, sorry. Hang on."

I turn my back to her as I start to change out of the sweats and into jeans.