Chapter 27

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

FINNIGAN

With both of us exhausted from our lack of sleep—and wanting to keep her to myself—I tried relentlessly to convince Catlin to stay in bed with me this morning. While I nearly swayed her, she was adamant about getting back to help set up for the baptism this morning.

“He’s going to be wandering the grounds any minute now, and he can’t see me like this.” Catlin quickly climbs from the car without waiting for me to get to her door. “I’ll call you when we’re done.”

We’re going to need to talk about that.

She looks fucking adorable, racing up the steps. She swims in my T-shirt and is clutching the waistband of my grossly too-large sweatpants to keep them from falling from her petite frame.

Reaching over the car console, I grab the bag containing her wet clothes and sneakers before climbing from the Bronco. I take my time walking up the steps and let myself into the church. Walking toward the altar, I offer my genuflection when I reach the front pew. I place the bag of her clothes on the well-worn wood and sit beside it as I wait for her.

When she enters from the hallway near the altar, Catlin’s eyes go wide upon seeing me sitting in the pew. Scuffling toward me, she exclaims, “What are you doing here?”

“Isn’t this where I return your panties.” I smirk, tapping the bag beside me. “Also, you fo?—”

“Catlin?” Father O’Flaherty’s voice calls from where she entered from. “Did I hear you come in?”

“You can’t be here.” She fists the front of my shirt, and I let her drag me from the pew. His footsteps grow louder, and she pulls me into the confessional and quickly shuts the door before Father O’Flaherty spots us together. She whisper-shouts, “You could’ve returned my panties later.”

“I could have.” I shrug. “But I also didn’t get to kiss you goodbye.”

“We’re going to get caught”— she abruptly pauses when Father O’Flaherty’s footsteps cause the floor just beyond the confessional door to creak—“because you didn’t get to kiss me.”

“I’m willing to risk far more than getting caught for you, piscín .” A slightly annoyed look of defeat washes over her face. Closing what little distance there is between us in this tight space, I run my fingers down the buttons of her short-sleeved cardigan and dip them into the waistband of her navy dress skirt. “You clean up nice, and you look almost as beautiful as you did splayed across my bed this morning.”

“Fine. Kiss me goodbye.” A smirk pulls at her lips, but her eyes give her away.

Dropping the bag of wet clothes into the corner, I cup her face. I lean close enough to feel her breath flutter over my lips before stopping. Without breaking our gaze, I take my time kneeling on the familiar worn green velvet of the prayer bench.

“You said you were going to kiss me!” Catlin quietly exclaims as I inch her tight navy skirt up her toned thighs.

“I did.” With the skirt over her hips and bunched around her waist, I hook my fingers under her panties and drag them down her legs. “I just didn’t say where.”

“Finn,” she exhales my name, pulling back from me until she’s resting against the ledge behind her. I grab her left leg and lift it over my shoulder to spread her wider for me. Bending her knee, she digs her heel into my back, pulling me into her as she lightly protests, “This is a house of worship.”

“And I’m on my knees, piscín. ” I kiss along the thigh draped over my shoulder, and her breath hitches when I reach the tender spot of her upper thigh. “Eager and ready to pray for my spot in heaven.”

Gripping her ass, I run the tip of my tongue through her sweet pussy. She lets out a string of breathy grunts when I repeatedly flick over her clit. Lacing her fingers into my hair, she pulls me into her and grinds herself against my mouth. My cock throbs as my sweet, innocent girl sinfully rides my tongue and beautiful whimpers fill the confines of our confessional.

Fuck…

Reaching up, I cup her breast and squeeze the tight nipple pressing against her cardigan. I swirl my tongue around her clit, and a loud moan slips over her lips. “You need to be quiet, piscín ,”I remind her, pulling back.

Her hand slides from my hair, and she grips the prayer ledge as I continue to worship at her altar. Arousal drips down my chin as I continue to feast on her, keeping her on the edge because I can’t get enough of her taste on my tongue. The foot pressing against my back flexes, and her thighs begin to tremble as she teeters on the verge of her release.

Squeezing the ledge in her hands so hard it must hurt, her head falls back, and a breathy scream blows over her lips as her hips buck against my face. She comes hard and long; the release continuing to spasm through her as I relentlessly suck and lick at her sensitive clit.

After she’s come down, I slip her leg from my shoulder; her legs are unsteady as I pull her dress back over her hips and down her thighs. Rising before her, I use her panties to clean her arousal from my face as she struggles to catch her breath.

“I would give these back”—I dangle the panties in my hand before her as I grab her hand and pull it to my throbbing cock—“But I’m going to need them when I get home.” An adorable embarrassment creeps over her already-flushed cheeks as I tuck them into my pocket.

Placing a chaste kiss against her lips, I turn the knob and crack the door to ensure the coast is clear before stepping out of the tiny wooden closet. “You’ll have to let me know later if that earned me a spot in heaven,” I whisper before closing the door.