“Sleep, Sunday. This will be much more pleasant for you if you can’t feel it when I pick you up.”
Caleb’s voice made me smile, so warm and sensual. That gravel in his words hit me straight in the clit. I wondered if he could make me come just by talking to me. It didn’t even have to be dirty. Just a Bible passage or two would probably do it. Maybe a prayer of benediction?
“I can feel you even when you’re not around.”
Tenderness flashed in his eyes, but his face was still lined with worry. “Sleep.”
He started to turn, but my hand snapped out, catching him by the wrist before he could go. “Will you be there when I wake up?”
“I won’t be far. But you’re already proving to be too much of a temptation for me as it is.”
My heavy sigh was laced with disappointment, but deep down, I knew he was right. He wouldn’t put himself in a position to take advantage of me when I was like this. But he would care for me.
Exhaustion won out over the lust, and my eyes fluttered closed.
The last thing I heard was Caleb murmuring a quiet prayer in Latin and whispering, “... ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo. Amen.”