Brady Remington Landed Me in Jail(15)

I sucked in a large breath, I couldn't let it out. I stood there, frozen in place. He skimmed the side of my face with his hand, then tucked my hair back and cupped my cheek. He moved close and slowly, so slowly, rested his forehead against mine. His breath tickled my lips. "You're my best friend, Ray."

My hands had lifted to his arms. I felt his muscles shift underneath my fingers and I clasped harder. I couldn't fall.

"What are you doing?" The words wrangled out of my throat.

Brady didn't answer. He closed his eyes and nuzzled his mouth against my temple. My hands slid from his arms to his shoulders and then behind his neck. One of his hands cupped the back of my neck where he applied pressure and arched my head back. The other hand skimmed the side of my robe. When his fingers spread out, the top of his thumb brushed underneath my breast.

"Brady, I don't…" I couldn't talk anymore, but I knew there was something that I needed to say. I knew it, but…

"Shhh." His lips touched mine. They rested there, but there was no pressure, no demand from him.

Then his lips opened over mine. A surge of need rushed through me and I clasped him tight. Brady pushed me against the doorframe and he urged my leg to wrap around his waist. I couldn't get enough of him. It was like before, but this time it was different. I knew what would happen.

I never thought I'd do this or be like this, but it was Brady.

His thumb slipped inside my robe, touched my breast, and all thought fled my brain.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"I have to go to church."

I was on my back, entangled with bed sheets as Brady collapsed beside me. I stared at the ceiling, felt the breeze from my open window, and all I could think was—"I have to go to church and pray."

Brady snorted and rolled his head into his elbow. He burrowed into my side, but didn't say a word.

Not me. I continued, but only after I had panted for a few sweat-slicked moments. "And I'm going to sing loud. I'm going to kneel when the pastor says 'bow your heads.' I'm going to do the whole thing. I'm going to kneel, fold my hands how the Catholics do, and I'll bow my head so far that my shoulders are going to hurt. I don't care if Viola looks at me weird. Neil won't care. He'll be proud."

I caught short at those words. He'll be proud. No he wouldn't, not in the slightest.

"And if Pastor Radlinson asks for a volunteer for anything, I'll do it. I'll bake twenty dozen cookies. I'll read stories at church. I'll even…" I gulped. "I'll even sing in the choir."

"You need to shut up," Brady growled with his nose tucked into my shoulder.

His breath tickled me, but I ignored him. "I should go to confession. I should be a Catholic tomorrow—today. I'll go to confession and confess my soul, because…oh God…I have a lot to confess."

Brady lifted his head and glared at me. "Shut up, Ray."

I met his gaze. "I'll pray for you too, Brady. You need prayer more than me."

"Oh, my God." He flipped to his back. I ignored how his thigh slid against mine or how his hand fell on my exposed thigh.

I gulped. "I need to tell my grandmother."

"No, you don't!" Brady sat up. He didn't care that he was naked. He looked relaxed, well—he looked annoyed with me, but he was relaxed too. He was always like that. I blinked as he glowered at me and then my fingers slid through his soft hair.

Brady closed his eyes and moaned.

It was the moaning. My eyes snapped back to reality and my hand retracted itself, like it'd been burned.

I needed to be burned, scalded, something. I couldn't control my hand.

"Why do you do that?" Brady shifted on the bed again, but he moved closer and rested his forehead against mine. As he breathed in and out, I stared straight ahead. I was not affected…

"Ezekiel 33:10 says that our sins weigh us down and we will waste away our lives because of them."

He pulled away and ran his hands through his hair—my hand started to rise of its own volition. Brady slapped it away and grunted when he shifted against the bed's headboard. He folded his arms, which bunched his muscles together.

I swallowed.

"It's just sex. That's all."

"It's a sin. Twice. We sinned twice."

"And you totally took that verse out of context."

"I don't care." I pulled the bed sheets tighter around me and then I looked at the door. I waited until I heard my grandparent's snores. They were like vampires when they slept, completely out of it, but I was still paranoid. It'd be my luck that they'd wake up and decide to check on me the one time I had sex in my room.

"You should care." Brady brought me back to our reality. He added as he yawned, "I think it's a sin to take a Bible verse out of context. It's like you're twisting the message."

"Shut up!"

Brady grinned at me as he skimmed a finger down my back. He swept it up to brush against the side of my breast.

"Stop that." I twisted away from his touch.

He rolled his eyes and collapsed against the headboard.

"Stop that, too."

That got a chuckle from him. I couldn't believe it. While I was mortified, already planning how to repent for my actions, he laughed.