Love in Montana
Page 19
Emelia lived to drive him crazy and he wished she’d find a man of her own to keep her away from him. Perhaps the longing for someone who was forbidden—she was his sister, he was a priest—would disappear. Deep down he knew nothing would release him from the deep feelings he had for her, and the jealousy of seeing her with another man would probably kill him.
The silence would get to him one day, but so far the alcohol worked fine on numbing his heart, at least, it did until he looked at the entrance into the living room and saw the silhouette of Emelia. She stood and observed him without making any move closer.
He didn’t trust himself while his emotions were all over the place. Her scent was still inside him from when he found himself beneath the mistletoe with her. It had taken everything in him to only peck her cheek.
Shaking his head, Dante placed his empty glass on the side table. He stood and moved toward her, craving her touch no matter how wrong God said it was.
Emelia was beautiful with her dark hair loose down her back, and as he walked closer, he could see that she wore leggings with a fitted shirt.
His heart pounded in his chest at the sight before him. She was the only one to ever tempt him to break his vow to the church, and it was wrong. So wrong.
He clenched his fist, averted his gaze and tried to step past, but her hand on his wrist stopped him. Her touch warmed him in places that should be dead, except they came to life. They always laid dormant until Emelia touched him, and he found it more difficult than ever to ignore them.
“We’re under the mistletoe,” Emelia whispered.
It was pure torture.
“Emelia,” he groaned, in a whisper of desperation.
She moved in front of him and met his gaze. His heart stopped, and started up a frantic beat as his blood pulsed through his body.
No matter how much he knew that it was wrong, he curved his hand over Emelia’s hip and tugged her closer, her shirt gripped in his fist.
Her hand reached up and cupped one side of his face, tears gathered on her beautiful long lashes.
No one would know.
He dipped his head and for the first time in over six years, he sampled the only woman who would ever hold his heart.
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