He was a man of God... until he fell in love with the one woman he was never supposed to choose.*“F*ck…” she breathed, voice husky. “That’s so hot. Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now, restraining me like this?”Caleb’s face was inches from hers. His breathing was ragged, jaw clenched so tight it looked painful. The torment in his eyes was clear..he was so done, hanging on by a thread. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Every muscle in his body was rigid with the effort of holding back.“Zara…” he growled, voice deep and strained. “You’re going to be the death of me. Do you know how badly I want to rip this robe off and take you right here on this bench? How many nights I’ve already imagined burying myself inside you while you moan my name?”Another soft moan slipped from Zara as she arched slightly toward him, testing his grip. His hold on her wrists tightened..not painfully, but possessively enough to make heat flood between her thighs.“Then do it,” she challenged breathlessly, biting her lip again. “Stop praying your feelings away and f*ck me like the man you really are, Caleb. I can feel how hard you are right now. Stop fighting it.”