After I took the meal orders from the group I envied, I turned, and ran smack into Father O’Keefe. I said a mental Hail Mary and made the sign of the cross in front of my chest before I comprehended what happened. I was either in shock over his presence, or surprised because my mind and body acknowledged him the way they had. “Hello, Father O’Keefe.” I stood stunned as he smiled. I never cared much for him, and I bet he liked me even less than I liked him.
“Samantha, my daughter.” Father O’Keefe greeted me with an angelic face, but beneath his robes contained a sinner like me.
“Do you have a seating preference?” I tried to maintain some sense of professionalism when a gorgeous vision stepped from behind Father O’Keefe and took my breath away.
“Samantha, have you ever met William? I suspect you haven’t, since you use services to catch up on your rest,” Father O’Keefe stated sarcastically.
“Hi, nice to meet you, Samantha.” William smiled and shook my hand.
I only nodded. My shock was getting the better of me. If I got to look at him during services, I might have stayed awake.
Father O’Keefe could sense my attraction and immediately extinguished it. “William will be entering the priesthood and meeting his higher calling in life.”
Hell, he could have just slapped the shit out of me, because it would have felt better than being deflated in mere seconds. I had questions, and a lot of them, but I wasn’t surprised at this point.
“Congratulations,” I said, trying to smile. What in the world should a person say? I really wanted to give him my condolences, but the sentiment wouldn’t go over too well. Plus, Father O’Keefe would inform my father, and I’d receive yet another lecture concerning my mouth and actions.
Motioning for them to follow, I walked ahead, trying to regain what dignity I had left. The group I served the drinks to quieted as I seated his royal highness and hello hottie next to them. The prayer, “Bless me father for I have sinned,” crossed my mind. I ruined table four’s evening.
“What would you like to drink to start off with?” I asked, knowing I wouldn’t be hearing the word beer cross their lips.
“Water will suffice.” Father O’Keefe replied and I wanted to gag.
Water will suffice? Whatever. I tried to keep my fake smile plastered to my face and excused myself. I hoped the next test I’d have to endure would be walking across hot coals. Gee, somehow that sounded better then serving him did.
I walked back to the Father’s table with two glasses of water, and I wondered why in the world he’d come to a bar and grill. People were smoking, drinking, cursing, and basically committing any number of sins inside the place. My eyes roamed over William’s angular and well-built face. He had a strong jaw, and nice plump lips that smiled at me. I blushed instantly. The room heated up quickly as I gazed into his deep chestnut eyes. They sparkled, and I almost swore I saw mischief in them. His hair resembled a super models. It was all tousled and wild. The style gave him a boyish, clean-cut appearance. Ah, yum. I fell into a trance until Father O’Keefe yanked me out with a stern clearing of his throat.
“Oh, sorry. Would you like to start off with an appetizer?” I wanted to thump myself in the forehead for staring, and more than likely licking my lips as William grinned at me. He had the cutest dimple on his left cheek when he grinned, making my heart go pitter-patter. The magical region down low tingled.
Father O’Keefe gave me a sigh of disappointment and turned toward William, who quickly dropped his smile and straightened his posture. “Just dinner, Samantha.” He gave me a disapproving glare and rambled off his order, and William followed with his own.
When my pen stopped, I turned immediately and dashed for the kitchen. I hoped to find a wall to pound my thick head against. What was I doing by giving William the ‘come hither’ invitation with bedroom eyes? Stupid, stupid. I cursed myself as I entered the busy prep area of the kitchen. The man would be entering the priesthood, and all I wanted to do was press my lips against his firm, plump mouth. My stomach felt queasy. Gah, I was attracted to him.
William gently shut the door as I kicked off my shoes. I felt him behind me and shuddered. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pressed against my back. Gentle kisses on my neck made me hum immediately. The heat from his body warmed me and I felt his hard length push into my back.
“I need you.” William whispered into my ear.
A rush of wetness built between my thighs. I allowed a soft sigh to escape when he squeezed both my breasts and flicked his thumbs over my nubs. Inside I was screaming for more. I reached around to grab hold of his hips, pulling him tighter to me. We began to move, rubbing our bodies together, taking as much pleasure as we could from just touching.
I’ve never wanted anything or anyone so much. My pulse increased and my breathing came in quick bursts. William lifted my shirt, taking it off. Without delay his hands were back on my skin. Everywhere his fingertips touched left my skin tingling. He turned me around and lowered his mouth to mine. Urgency flooded between us as our kiss became hungry. We moaned as our tongues slid together, lips pressing roughly together.
I needed to feel his skin on mine. My hands tugged his shirt from his jeans. I started to fumble with the buttons. My fingers trembled so hard I couldn’t even complete the simple task. Fuck it! I grabbed the shirt and yanked, sending buttons flying. Light pings sounded where they crashed to the floor. William growled, kissing me harder.
Our hands explored and teased. The passion between us had built up so much we couldn’t stand it any longer. He unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down in one motion. I stepped out of one leg and got my foot hung in the other side and stumbled. God, I was a clumsy mess. William caught me and pushed me down on the soft bed. I gasped. I felt as though my heart would explode.
“Let me help you with those,” William stated in a voice so deep and thick with passion, my body hummed with delight.
He slowly pulled my jeans and panties off, dropping them to the floor. I was mesmerized by the sight of him. Tall, lean, and built to perfection. His plump lips curved into a sensual grin as he began to unbutton his jeans. I quivered and watched, almost demanding that he hurry up. The zipper eased down at a snail’s pace, and my stomach flip flopped with enthusiasm.
“Gorgeous.” I exhaled the word as he pushed his jeans and boxers down. Muscles rippled down his stomach, flexing, delighting my eyes. He was perfection, from his sexy tousled hair, deep chocolate eyes, and plump lips to his fit and toned body. I dare guess, but if a god designed William, I was grateful and in awe of him.
William’s erection popped out, and I couldn’t help but gasp loudly. Hot moisture continued to build at the apex of my legs. He held himself and lightly stroked his length as I watched. I wiggled my finger for him to come to me. I scooted back on the bed and he followed. He crawled forward slowly, with fierce eyes, a predator victorious with his prey in his sights. He was large and opposing compared to me. The soft light of the moon highlighted his beautiful features. Tan skin wrapped over his magnificent body. His wide chest beckoned me to touch. He offered a devilish grin as he lower his body over mine, trapping me under him.
He stared at me for a moment as if creating a memory. His sensual eyes flickered with enjoyment before he nipped my bottom lip, teasing me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed his neck and pulled his mouth against mine. We were almost there, finally naked, in a bed, alone. I wiggled with anticipation when our tongues delved deep, hungry and wanting. William’s hand began a tortuous glide from my collarbone down over my breast, easing further to my stomach that clenched tight. It had been so long since I had been touched so intimately, but nothing could hold a candle to this experience.