Page 31 of Preacher
I grin, and she blushes bright red at my language. But I take a beat, and my eyes narrow at her.
“What are we saying here, Delilah?”
“I’m saying I want…” Her brows knit, and she looks down at her hands. “I’m not really sure.”
“You want me to show you a glimpse of… uh, wickedness.”
“I—yeah, yes. I think so.”
“You wanna get drunk?” I mutter sarcastically.
She wrinkles her nose. “I don’t think so.”
“How about some gambling.”
She shrugs.
“We could go rob a bank.”
Her eyes snap to mine. “Do you do that?” she whispers in shock.
I laugh. “Not exactly my speed, no.”
I level my eyes at her, and my pulse quickens I let my gaze slip over her again in that sundress. Fuck me, she’s pure goddamn tempta—
And then, it hits me.
“Last night,” I mutter, my cock twitching. Delilah blushes.
“Yeah…?” she whispers.
I step closer, and she sucks in a breath of air.
“Did you like when I kissed you?” I growl.
Her face burns even redder, and she looks fastidiously at her hands.
“Delilah…”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I groan. “A little, or a lot?”
“I…” she chews at her bottom lip. “Maybe this was a mistake—”
“Tell me,” I grunt.
She gasps quietly, and slowly, her eyes drag up to mine, so full of fear, excitement, and yes, lust.
“A lot,” she breathes.
“That why you’re here?” I growl. “That how you’re looking for me to show you sin?”
Her face burns crimson. “I—I don’t know,” she murmurs.
“Yes, you do.”
She gasps again as I step even closer to her, and when I reach out with one hand to slide it over her hip, she whimpers.
