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Caleb grabbed me and kissed me again. Fuck, that man could kiss.
“Now that your uncle isn’t here to shoot me, do you need me to distract you from your distraction?”
Yes.
“Are you sure about this, Padre?”
“I wasn’t always a priest, Logan. All I’ve been able to think about since your lips touched mine is what the rest of you tastes like. Because your lips taste like raspberries.”
Oh, my fuck.
“Do I get to taste you back?”
Caleb groaned.
“I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet, but I do want to see if your pussy tastes as good as your lips.”
“Distract me.”
Caleb picked me up and carried me to bed. He stripped my clothes off and left kisses behind. He kissed me everywhere. Caleb had my nipple in his mouth biting it just right.
“You’re way too good at that to have been celibate as long as you have.”
He looked up at me and grinned. Caleb had beautiful glass green eyes, and they were sparkling with mischief.
“Really? I thought I was rusty. It’s been a while.”
“Definitely not!”
“How long is your uncle typically at the grocery store?”
“He thinks supercenters are an abomination and only shops locally owned where he can. So, he’s got to stop by the hardware store for spray paint and then the grocery store for food. We’re having crab legs for dinner since you gave him your credit card, so he’s going to make a third stop for those because he only buys seafood from the fish markets.”
Caleb hummed.
“Good because I like to take my time. Grab the headboard and don’t let go. If you let go, I’ll stop.”
Caleb took his time. He nipped and kissed everywhere. I felt cherished and insanely turned on. I also didn’t think I was allowed to ask him to just go for my clit, even though my whole body was on fire from the teasing. All I could do was writhe and groan. Caleb took foreplay seriously.
I held my breath when he started kissing my thighs. Was he finally going to give me what I wanted? Nope. He just blew on my clit. Maybe I should have been ashamed of a desperate whine that came out of me, but I wasn’t.
Caleb just chuckled darkly and flicked his tongue on my clit. I nearly lost it. If I thought he was teasing me before, that was nothing. He’d bring me right to the edge and back off. I didn’t know if I wanted to cry or kick him in the face. I just really wanted to orgasm.
He finally slid two fingers into me and curled them up. Should a priest know where the G spot was? Because I’d been with some bad boys who got around who thought it was a myth. He didn’t stop this time. He kept up the relentless pace with his tongue while his fingers rubbed my G spot.
I was shocked I didn’t break the headboard when I came. My back arched off the bed and my toes curled. It was fucked up my best non vibrator orgasm came from a priest, but also one of the best things that had happened to me. I could get addicted to this.
He lazily licked me until I came down and was a complete pile of goo. Caleb sat back on his heels and smirked at me.
“I was right. You taste divine. Come back out and help with research when you’re ready. I don’t really think it’s safe to be in here with your room smelling like sex when your uncle gets back.”
No, it wouldn’t. Rainer would probably shoot him twice with the rock salt just because he was a priest.
When Caleb was ready, I was going to return the favor and rock his entire world.
Called it. Rainer didn’t just get crab legs. He got things for the kind of bougie seafood boil that was usually only possible after you got your tax return. I had composed myself and joined the research about ten minutes before he got back. Pan could smell a man all over me, but Rainer couldn’t.
“Any luck?” he asked, heading back to the kitchen.
