Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“You know,” Pastor Jordan begins gently.
I look up, waiting to see what he has to say. Honestly, I thought our conversation was basically over. I can’t think of what more he would add, seeing that he’s a good-looking man who probably has no idea what I’ve been talking about.
“Yes, Pastor?” I ask, already reaching for my stuff.
He smiles at me, flashing those white teeth.
“I’ve always adored curvy women, and I think that you’re absolutely beautiful. I’ve noticed you, you know, sitting in the pew during sermons, and I always remarked to myself that you’re a gorgeous girl.”
I almost lose my mind, bolting straight up in my seat. What?!?!?! It takes me a few seconds to fully digest what he’s saying to me. Once I do, my whole face heats up. He just called me beautiful. Oh my goodness! If I had been drinking water, I would have spit it out all over his rug.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” He looks a little flustered, and it’s kind of cute. I never thought Pastor Jordan could be embarrassed, seeing that he comes off as a very confident alpha male.
“No, no. It’s not that. You just surprised me. I mean, look at you.” Which is what I’m doing. He’s everything that a man could be, with his wavy black hair, gleaming blue eyes and broad, muscular chest. His arms are powerful, with strong, thick thighs to boot.
And yet, he thinks I’m beautiful. I can barely believe what I’m hearing.
“What about me?” he asks gently, eyes dancing.
I start a bit.
“Oh, well,” I begin scrambling. I didn’t expect him to actually ask me about it, and now I have to explain myself. “Well, you’re just so handsome. You could be with anyone,” I stammer. Oh god. Now that that’s out of my mouth, my humiliation is complete. My embarrassment is sky high, given my literal word vomit. Why can’t I keep my stupid mouth shut? But Pastor Jason merely grins.
“Thanks for thinking I’m handsome.”
“Ugh, I’m sorry,” I say, covering my face. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, no, it’s fine.”
He sounds like he’s moved closer, and that’s confirmed when I peek through my fingers. I feel his hands touch mine and gently remove them from my face. He’s sitting on the edge of his desk, looking down at me, his large form practically blocking out the light.
“Look, I started this whole thing, so don’t feel bad, honestly.” He hasn’t let go of my hands, holding them folded up in his. “If anyone should be apologizing, it’s me.”
“Um, sure,” I whisper.
We stay like this, looking at one another, but not making any kind of move to leave or really do anything. The air is vibrating.
“Did you want me to …?” I begin, but suddenly, Pastor Jordan leans forward and kisses me gently. I gasp, totally surprised by this turn of events. Have I really just been kissed by a gorgeous alpha male? A man of the cloth, no less?
But it’s true. His hands have moved to cup my face, his touch light and reaffirming, and slowly, he brings me closer. His mouth molds against mine, and I kiss him back, giving into the sensuous waves assaulting my form.
It’s like I’ve been struck by lightning, and I moan slightly, parting my lips beneath his. But that small sound startles him back to reality, and he pulls away, breaking our kiss. He moves back, his brow furrowed.
“Is everything okay?” I shyly ask. He must regret this whole thing. Maybe he kissed me because he was trying to make me feel better? After all, I came to his office and threw myself the saddest pity party before calling him handsome. Oh god. What a clusterfuck.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” he growls, not meeting my eyes. “I’m sorry if I offended you.”
“You didn’t offend me,” I say quickly. Having him kiss me could not have been better, and I have absolutely zero regrets. “I liked it. You can kiss me again if you wanted to.”
His sharp gaze turns my way, those blue eyes intense.
“Again? You sure?”
“Yes.”
He looks pensive for a moment, but then approaches again, kneeling down in front of me on the carpet. Oh my god, it’s like having Prince Charming take a bended knee. He clasps my hands in his, looking at our entwined fingers.
I remove one of my hands and push his hair back, getting it out of his face. He looks so conflicted, but I don’t want him to be. After all, I’m feeling close to a million different things too, but one of them is not confusion.
I know what I want.
I very much want Pastor Jordan to kiss me again.
This time, taking the initiative, I place a gentle finger under his strong jaw and look straight into those bright blue eyes. Slowly, I bring my lips down to his, giving my consent. After all, he’s the first person I’ve ever kissed, and I don’t want him to think that I’m a naïve, virginal girl, even if that is what I am.