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For a moment, I said nothing.

Some long-buried Catholic instinct suggested fucking a woman in the church might be pushing my already questionable relationship with the Almighty.

And if I was damned anyway, I could think of far worse reasons than corrupting my sweet little Mouse in all the best ways.

Isabella’s mouth twitched.

“All right.” Amusement warmed her voice. “If you’re not interested, perhaps you should close the door. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Not interested?

That snapped me out of it.

“You remember what I told you on the mountain, Mouse?”

Her smile went a little shy just enough to tell me she remembered perfectly.

“About the next time I kissed you?”

Color warmed her cheeks.

“Aye. That.” I stepped fully into the bathroom. “I told you I wasn’t stopping because I suddenly decided to be noble.”

Her eyes followed me.

“I meant every fucking word.”

I shrugged out of the donated T-shirt, tugged off my boots and socks, then straightened and unfastened my belt. I yanked it free of the loops and let it drop, the buckle clattering onto the tile beside my boots. I shoved my jeans and underwear down together and stepped out of them.

Isabella’s gaze dropped and stayed there.

That’s my girl.

“You had your warning, Mouse.”

I closed the distance between us in two strides and pinned her against the wall with my body. One hand landed on the cinderblock wall beside her head while the other closed around her hip and pulled her against me, nothing between us but my throbbing cock.

Her lips parted, and her eyes searched my face.

“You are fucking gorgeous.”

The words came out rougher than I intended.

I tightened my hand around her hip.

“I don’t give a damn that we’re in a house of God, in the middle of nowhere, with cartel men looking for us. I’ve spent days wanting you, and I’m done pretending I can turn it off because the timing isn’t convenient.”

Her breath caught.

“I’ll be gentle with you, Mouse.” I lowered my mouth until it was barely above hers. “But don’t mistake gentle for restrained. I want every one of those pretty little sounds you make.”

Her pupils blew wide.

“And before I’m finished with you, I want to hear you scream my name.”

The cool water cascading over my side did nothing to reduce the heat between us.

My hand glided up the curve of her waist and closed around her breast. I brushed my thumb over her nipple, and a soft whine slipped from her throat. There was one of those pretty sounds I’d promised myself.