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The Preacher’s Virgin Daughters #4b
Copyright © 2014 Kelli Wolfe
Published by Pink Parts Press
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All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.
She was so going to Hell—but the glimpse she had gotten of the dark heat still flaring in Derek’s deep chocolate eyes almost made her think he might be worth it.
In the weeks since teasing her best friend’s dad went too far and Derek Vance claimed her innocence Shelbie has done her best to stay far away. She can’t forget him, though, and at night she burns for him in her dreams. Deep down she knows she enjoyed every sinful second just as much as he did, and her only chance to avoid damnation is to keep away.
But when Lisa invites her to spend the night again Shelbie finds herself thrown back into temptation. Can she resist her forbidden desire for Derek, or will she surrender to him as she did before?
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“Oh, hey Shelbie,” Brandi called out from behind the Bobcat Creek Cafe’s cash register as the bell over the front door jingled.
Derek Vance’s head jerked up, his vision collapsing to a narrow tunnel as Brandi’s younger sister hopped onto a stool at the counter. Sitting there in a coral skater dress that showed off what seemed to be miles of sleek, golden-brown legs the pretty, blonde preacher’s girl was all the proof Derek needed that there was indeed a Heaven. Angels had to come from somewhere, after all. Memories of her cool, silky blonde hair under his fingertips and of that satin skin sliding against him hit him like a blow, so hard that he grunted from the impact.
In the weeks since he had taken her virginity in a night of wild passion Derek knew that Shelbie had started classes at the community college in Stantonville with his daughter, Lisa. She had also avoided every opportunity to come back to his house. When she had left after that night Derek had held some hope that she would be back—she had seemed to enjoy it after all, and had spoken as though she looked forward to picking up where they had left off. But she hadn’t come back, and when days turned to weeks he finally had to admit to himself that she had apparently given in to second thoughts. Which was hardly surprising given that he was twenty years older and she was the daughter of the town preacher, but that was no balm to his ego and it certainly didn’t help to soothe the raw ache he felt whenever he thought of her.
The damned girl had gotten under his skin something fierce during the last few months, partially with her incessant prick-teasing but also just by being her sweet, sassy little self. He couldn’t exactly go chasing after her, though, especially if she wasn’t interested. And why on earth should she be? He might want her more than life itself, but what could she possibly want from him?
The girls laughed and Shelbie shifted on her stool, re-crossing her long legs in a movement that started Derek’s heart pounding. Just as well she was avoiding him. There was no way he’d be able to pretend not to notice her when others were around, no way to keep his passion for her secret. He’d give them away and then they’d both be up Bobcat Creek without a paddle.
A bell dinged in the kitchen and Brandi turned to pick up an order—the lemon pie and coffee Derek had ordered for dessert. He hardly dared breathe as Brandi walked to his booth, and sure enough Shelbie glanced over her shoulder in their direction and when she did their eyes met. Maybe he imagined that electricity crackled in the air between them, but the temperature in the room seemed to soar the longer he stared into those startled, green eyes and the pulse throbbing at his throat certainly wasn’t his imagination. The tip of her pink tongue flicked nervously across her lips and then she sprang up from her stool with a squeak and darted out the door.