Pure & Sinful (Pure Souls) - By Killian McRae Page 0,25
shift beside him. His eyes whipped in the opposite direction. “And let me get in front. I can barely see over your shoulder.”
Reluctantly, he shifted a bit to the right, letting Riona past.
“Put your hands on my…”
But before she could finish the sentence, Riona shuddered against the warmth of Marc’s chest pressed into her back and his hands softly gripping her waist, pulling her flush against him.
“Like this, Keystone?”
Oh, God, kill me now. Desire wasn’t a sin, but the thoughts rolling through Riona’s mind with Marc’s hands on her hips weren’t putting her on an express train to Heaven. His mouth lingered right next to her ear, making the little hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Holy hell, he was buff. Marc always dressed in modest clothes, and though she could tell he might have cut a fine figure in something more fashionable, she couldn’t have imagined just how hard his chest was or how strong his grip could be.
In a little more breathy tone than she’d like to admit, her eyes closed, focusing on the sensation of his fingertips pressing gently into her, pulling her. She swallowed a gallon of air. “Closer.”
When his whole body pressed fully against hers, the momentary lust abated. He might be hard as steel in the chest, but there was nothing equally stiff below the waistline that she could sense. If she couldn’t even arouse a celibate man, what was the point of those D-cups she sported?
Turning her frustration into power, Riona closed her eyes and tried to replicate the sense of bounciness she felt when she experimented with invisibility under Ramiel’s direction. The tingle in the pit of her stomach told her she was pulling it off, and slowly, she opened the closet door, hoping the crashers were too engaged in their chicken chat to notice.
“We’ll go to the men’s first,” she whispered to Marc.
“Great. Go then.”
They shuffled to the door leading to the main hall without too much fanfare, but were only halfway up the passageway when Riona began to feel Marc’s grasp tighten almost painfully on her as he leaned his brow into her hair.
“Marc, you okay?” she whispered in mouse squeak.
He exhaled in a reluctant way, like a boy about to admit that he’d punched his sister. “I’m trying, but…” Suddenly, Riona felt his admission before she’d heard him say the words, the hardening evidence pressing into her back. “…before anything, I am a man.”
“It’s okay, it’s just biology.” Though, to her surprise, part of her hoped otherwise, if for nothing else, to prove that her confidence in her own sex appeal wasn’t just hot air. “Just a few more steps. We’re almost there.”
As they rounded the corner near the front of the building, Riona found and pushed open the men’s locker room door. She navigated the two of them into an unoccupied area just inside the entry before releasing the magic concealing his body. Still concealed in her own void, she waited for him to let go, for his fingers to relax and his now very prominent arousal to pull away. He didn’t budge. She wondered if it was her imagination that his fingers dug in harder, as if trying to get a better claim on the real estate they now occupied.
“You probably aren’t as familiar with this situation as me, Marc, but the move that usually follows this one requires us to get even closer. Like, negative inches between us.”
Judging by the hardness she felt, like, seven or eight inches.
Still, he lingered, and on her neck she could feel his choppy breaths heat her flesh. His lips made contact — barely — though she knew if she ever brought it up, he’d deny it. Her inner traitor to righteousness told her to lean back, to let him have access, to encourage him, but her Pure Soul suspected there’d be hell to pay. Literally.
Finally his hands fell, his voice stumbling as much as his feet as he backed away from her. “Sorry… I… I didn’t… I would never, have never… I mean, I…”
She put her hand out to silence him as she turned, not recalling that she was still in the blind spot of her magic. “Human first, priest immediately second. No need to apologize for being human. And I’ll try not to hold the priest part against you too much.”
A graceful smile beamed across his face, and though she was invisible still, Riona felt like he was looking straight into her eyes.