Sin With Me (With Me Series Book 2)

by Lacey Silks

  “Really?”

  “OMG, you are hot for him, aren’t you? I knew it!”

  I leaned in closer to her. “Lola, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to stop it.”

  “Did it ever occur to you that you two were meant to be?”

  “He’s a priest.”

  “And maybe he didn’t realize that he shouldn’t have been one until he met you. Maybe God put you two on the same path so that you could happily do His good deeds together. And make pretty babies. You’d have the cutest babies.”

  “Come on. You’re being silly now.”

  Yet the thought of Fate somehow intervening in our lives had always been in the back of my mind. Either that or God, because why would anyone else have put us both on the same path, knowing that we couldn’t be together? That was a sin.

  “Do you know how many priests each year leave the church for a woman?” Lola asked.

  “Don’t even say that. I could never forgive myself if I was the reason why Father Cameron left his calling. It would never happen.”

  “What if his calling was wrong? What if he hadn’t heard his true calling – to be with a woman – until now? Do you know how great sex could be with a man who’s been celibate?”

  Well, I knew for a fact that Father Cameron wasn’t completely celibate, and since the moment I’d seen his hand around himself, every night as I fell asleep I’d imagined him guiding himself inside of me.

  “I wouldn’t call it great, Lola. More like quick.”

  She burst out laughing. In my mind, I’d committed another sin I’d need to confess to a man who had no idea how I felt about him. Heck, I wasn’t sure what I felt about him myself. Besides, something told me that a man like Father Cameron wouldn’t be quick. He’d take his sweet time discovering every warm nook of my body. He’d be gentle at first, stretching me before pushing me hard against a wall.

  “You’re thinking about it. I can tell.” Lola gently pinched my arm.

  “You cannot.”

  “Sure I can. And so can he.” She motioned with her head to the table set up with food, where Father Cameron was standing near the end, holding his plate and looking straight at me. There was something comfortably uncomfortable about his stare, and I shifted in my seat, praying there wouldn’t be a wet stain on my dress when I stood up.

  The evening passed by in laughter. For the first time since I’d arrived in Pace, I felt like I was at home, and the possibility of remaining here for the rest of my life didn’t sound as awful as it once did. That was, if my mother could move here and if I had a guarantee that Aaron Cortez and his family wouldn’t come after her. I just couldn’t imagine the town as violent as some of the stories I’d heard.

  “You sure you can handle everything else?” Lola asked.

  “Yes, go. You’ve done enough.”

  By ten o’clock all the decorations had been taken down, chairs and tables were folded and put back into storage, and the kids had swept the floor. Father John had retired to his room for the night.

  With my hands on my hips, I stared at the stack of dirty dishes on one of the tables, wondering if I could wash them all by sunrise.

  “If you think you can tackle these on your own, then you’re a brave woman.” Father Cameron’s voice behind me gave me a start.

  “Why? Are you going to put away all the extra food and wash all the pots and pans?”

  We had so many leftovers that there was enough for tomorrow’s lunch. The kids were excited to come back, especially since soccer game finals were on and Father Cameron promised to let them watch all together in the downstairs hall.

  “Let’s put these to good use.” He reached out his hands and wiggled his fingers, and all I could do was stare at their length and thickness. While my mind searched for ways in which I could feel the strength of those giving hands, I was also desperate to return to reality. I licked my lower lip and bit it. It didn’t help. It was only his voice that pulled me away from my daze.

  “Kate? Is there something wrong with my hands?”

  “No, of course not. They’re…”

  Perfect.

  “They’re all good. I’m good. We’re good.”

  I was stuttering, and Father Cameron tipped his head to the side and his brows narrowed more and more.

  “I should go clean if I want to go to bed at a decent hour.” I turned on my heel, away from Father Cameron, grabbed a few pans, and headed for the stairs, then for the kitchen. Did I have to mention a bed to him? Because now I was imagining him in it. Was he following me? I didn’t dare look back, because the thought of having him behind me put my imagination into overdrive again.

  Behind me.

  On my knees.

  On my back.

  Against the wall.

  I shook the thoughts away as I pushed my foot against the kitchen door, opening it. I set the dishes on the counter just as Father Cameron squeezed past me. He rolled up his sleeves and turned on the faucet. Afraid of saying something stupid, I kept my mouth shut and removed the clean dishes from his hands. I dried them and stacked them to the side.

  His heat radiated toward me. The smell of his musky aroma that brought a little bit of the city back was doing something funny in my lungs. It was a strong and powerful fragrance of a man who knew exactly what he wanted from life – and he belonged to the church.

  When we finished putting away the pots and pans, I leaned against the counter and lowered my head. My neck hurt. I’d woken up early in the morning to finish cooking and it had been a long day.

  The touch of his fingers underneath my hairline jolted me upward.

  “Shh,” he cooed. “Looks like you’re the one in need of a massage today.”

  My body stilled. The thought of his fingers elsewhere on my skin, even if only massaging, was tingling me everywhere. I turned around with caution, letting his fingers slowly draw around my neckline, over my shoulder, and to the front. He gently skimmed his thumbs along my collarbone. I looked up and felt the sparks between us ignite a flame that had been patiently waiting to be lit. His entire front was pressed against me, his weight forcing my behind against the kitchen counter.

  “You’re a beautiful woman, Kate. Any man would be lucky to have you.”

  I wasn’t breathing, and I sure as hell wasn’t thinking because my rising chest pushing into his, my lightly open mouth, trembling thighs, heated breaths, and hard nipples – my entire body, in fact – were doing all the thinking for me.

  “Why are you saying that to me? You know I don’t want just any man.” My voice was only a whisper, but given that my words flowed directly into his lips, which were about two inches away from mine, he probably heard me.

  “Who do you want, then?” he asked ever so naively, as he slowly traced his fingers up my neck to my jaw line, his thumbs skimming back and forth over my cheeks.

  “You.”

  His hot breath did that magical dance along my skin again, right over my lips, sending shivering excitement through my body. Had I just told Father Cameron that I wanted him?

  “We’re playing a dangerous game here, Kate. And I’m not going to sacrifice your beliefs for one night full of mind-blowing sex.”

  Why did he have to say it that way? The sin he spoke of sounded even more appetizing when it came from his mouth. At his lengthened words I felt another drip stain my panties, and I pushed my thighs closer together.

  “You see, Kate, I can’t be having all these thoughts about you, every hour of every day. I’ve been sinning in my mind since the day I met you. I’ve dreamt of you spreading your legs for me, tasting all your flavors, imagining just how hard I’d have to pinch your pink nipples to hear you moan. Every. Single. Second of my day is filled with you.” He was staring again, and I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t pretend I didn’t hear his need. With his lips tickling against mine, hovering there patiently, knowing the inevitable was going to happen. We both knew it.

  What did he just say about my nipples?

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p; “What the heck. I’m going to burn in hell for this anyway.” As the vibrations of his words left my lips, he took my whole face between his hands. Raw need tensed the corners of his jaw and he stole my mouth with his.

  Please forgive me, I thought.

  The kiss flew through me like a shock wave, pleasant at first, intensifying with each prod of his tongue. He nipped my bottom lip with his teeth, hungry for more, and I opened wider for him, yielding into his arms, which were as confused as I was, sliding over my body in search of a comfortable spot. He finally tilted my head to that perfect angle, allowing us to completely connect. I breathed him deep into my lungs. His essence swirled inside me, and that was the moment I realized that I couldn’t live without him. If this was our only kiss, then I wanted to die. Living out the rest of my life without him, and knowing what his lips felt like on mine, would have been torturous.

  I held onto his arms, gripping them so that he wouldn’t let go. I wouldn’t let him go. I dragged my fingers upward, feeling his strong biceps and wide shoulders. I was holding on for my life.

  And just as suddenly, he pulled away. His breaths were heavy as he held me at arm’s length.

  “Kate, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.”

  “Yes, you should.” I stepped up on my toes, a little closer to him, and looked up. That hunger and need was still there. I had a feeling that it would be there forever.

  He smacked his lips to mine again. But that second-long look in his eyes just before he kissed me put me in panic mode. It was a look that reminded me of someone who was saying goodbye. I’d seen it in the past in my father’s eyes before he left on a job and never came back. It ruined my mother, and I wouldn’t lose another person I cared about so deeply. This time, it was me who pulled away.

  “Don’t tell me this is a once in a lifetime kiss.”

  His breaths were heavy, my words somewhat waking him up from the spell we’d both fallen under.

  “I’ve already crossed a line I shouldn’t have,” he replied.

  “What if I want you to cross that line?”

  “It’s not your decision to make.”

  “Whose is it, then? God’s? Because He certainly put you in my path. I’m not sure why just yet, but I know that He did.”

  I watched Father Cameron struggle to understand me. I watched him fight an internal demon he wanted to overcome. And then, I watched him compose himself.

  “Kate, your faith is strong. I can’t ruin that. I can’t be the reason you doubt what you believe in. I’m sorry that I kissed you. I’m sorry that I touched you. It won’t ever happen again.”

  He took another step back, and I took one forward.

  “You’re going to confess and forget about what we shared, aren’t you?” I asked.

  “Yes. So should you.”

  I felt my shoulders droop. It was better this way. It was better he didn’t know that I wanted to tell him that his confession would be one big lie because I knew what I felt in my heart. And I knew what our time together meant to him as well.

  “Kate, if it were a different place and a different time… maybe. But I can’t.”

  “Then lie to me. Tell me that you’re not a priest. Please lie to me because I can’t lie to myself any longer. I can’t pretend that I don’t have these feelings for you. I don’t understand how they just happened, but they did.” I looked in his eyes. Our gazes connected and held in that special way. Energy sizzled between us, nearly igniting. I felt my lungs tighten as my voice lowered some more. “I’m begging you, lie to me and sin with me until the morning.”

  Chapter 17

  Cameron

  I was a starved man. Starved for a woman’s touch, a woman’s kiss, and the feel of her soft hands, tortuously sliding up and down my chest, the way Kate’s had a moment ago. Her fingernails dug languorously into my shoulders, clawing at me, making her temptation irresistible.

  No matter how hard I tried to keep my distance, this woman never left my mind. She was unlike any other woman I’d ever had. I grabbed her by her hips and lifted her up. Her long legs wrapped around my waist. I couldn’t stop kissing her. Trapped between me and the wall, she clung to my body, writhing against me, her seduction becoming a haze I lived in. It stole my free will and any common sense I might have had. She fed me her passionate kisses over and over, spicing them up with her delicate tongue, bringing the blood in my veins to a boil as she tested the capacity limits of my sack, and I still couldn’t let go.

  I’d been hard since the moment I touched her neck. I tried to walk away, but when I saw her leaning against that counter, her hip jutting lightly to the side and her ass sticking out, I lost it.

  Besides, she had a dress on, which meant easy access. No man could refuse easy access. And she was Kate. My Kate — the woman who’d already sinned with me in my mind for months.

  I grabbed her ass, holding her steady, and relished her captivating mouth. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling up my shirt, desperate to touch my naked back. We’d cleared the table moments earlier, so I set her down on its top, and while standing between her legs, grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head.

  She gasped. Her hands and lips flew to my chest, their heat and arousing strokes from her fingertips tightening my balls. If she didn’t ease up on her fondling, I’d blow way before it was time. I rested her chin in my hand and lifted her gaze to meet mine.

  “Easy, beautiful. We have until the morning,” I whispered into her ear.

  “Promise me that.”

  “I promise.” She shivered as my hush fluttered into her ear.

  My fingers danced along her skin to the top button on her dress. I flicked it open and she smiled. One by one, the buttons popped and her dress opened to the sides. With her legs parted, resting at the sides of mine, she looked flawless and inviting. Her skin and that innocent white bra with the lace doing nothing to hide her perky nipples were worth everything. I slid my gaze over her body right down to the matching white panties, and at the sight of a dampened spot on the fabric, I felt another squeeze in my crotch. This one was tighter. There was no turning back now.

  I rested one hand on the table, and supporting her with the other, gently laid her back. Her breaths were quick. Her chest pushed up, begging me to touch her. The delicate trembles of need that peppered her skin with goosebumps were a pleasure to my sight.

  I lowered my mouth to her chest, grasping the laced bra cup with my teeth, pulling on it until it was beneath her breast. I repeated the same on the other side and stood up to look at this perfectly beautiful woman, whom I had no doubt belonged in my life. I wasn’t sure how just yet, but I knew that she did.

  Her pink, ripened nipples called to me, and so I lowered my mouth again, sealing my lips around the first bud. She closed her eyes and pushed her chest deeper into my mouth. As I tasted her one breast, teasing the nub with my tongue and teeth, the other fit nicely into my palm.

  I licked my way to the center of her chest as I pulled my zipper down and unfastened my pants. They fell to the floor, but the freedom below my belt was short lived. My hands slid lower, tracing her silhouette, and when they reached her immaculate panties, I couldn’t help but pull away from kissing down her stomach to look at her once more. The view of her purity awaiting the damage I was about to cause to her soul was priceless. But I wanted to do more than damage her. I wanted to ravage her very soul so that she would believe we belonged together.

  No more deception.

  I lied to myself, crouched to the floor and lifted her feet to rest on the edge of the table; her legs opened wide for me and her knees fell to the sides. Kissing her inner thigh, I licked my way to her panties and inhaled.

  Delicious.

  I tugged at the lace, my fingers exposing her pink shaved flesh. My mouth didn’t waste any time. Spreading her apart, I dove between her delicious lips. Her folds felt hot against my lips, all swollen and waiting for my teasing tongue. She squirmed underneath me, trying to center herself where she wan
ted my mouth to be — where I knew she wanted it to be, but I would make her wait and endure the pain of a growing arousal, the way she’d forced me to do over the past few months.

  She tasted like honey, sweet and tender. She melted on my tongue in her heat, her pussy leaking onto my chin.

  I rimmed her opening before sliding my index finger inside her. Her lower back arched, her mouth curved, and her eyes rolled back as she whimpered.

  It was a beautiful sight, and so I added another finger, her coating making the entry effortless. She squeezed around me, her muscles tightening the grip, and I hooked my fingers upward and rubbed that inner spot. She pushed herself against my hand. She was almost there; I could see it and feel it.

  “More,” she moaned.

  I clasped my mouth around her clit and flicked my tongue. It slid back and forth until I pinned it in between my lips and sucked. Her body tensed and trembled. It let go of the strain, momentarily relaxing, and then seized again. Her fingers that were roaming through my hair a moment ago now grasped at my strands and tightened.

  “Oh, God!” The words so powerful and oh, so inappropriate left her mouth as she spasmed. I didn’t stop until the trembles in her body disappeared. I nourished that little swollen nub until it couldn’t grow any further, until all its flavors had burst in my mouth.

  When I pulled away, her knees fell apart. Kate slowly came to, and so I stood up. Taking hold of her panties, I slid them off her hips and over her heels. Gazing at her lying partially up on her elbows, her dress at the sides, swollen breasts exposed and legs wide open in front of me, I would have bet my life that there wasn’t a more beautiful sight in the world.

  I lifted her body upward so she could rest her beautiful ass on the edge of the table. I wanted to ask her whether she was sure about this, but it would be pointless. With her mouth slightly open, she was looking down and between us, waiting. My cock stood upright and glossy with pre-cum as I positioned myself at her opening; then I realized that I couldn’t slide inside her glistening pussy.