Page 50 of Sin With Me

But I couldn’t. I stood there and watched him carefully fold his pants onto the chair, followed by his shirt. At that moment, to me, he was no longer a priest at our parish. He was a man. A delicious man I would have given up my faith for, and that scared me – but not enough to close my eyes and walkaway.

Toned, with a lean waist and broad shoulders, he moved around the room like he owned every square inch of it. The strong demeanor and confident steps were also a turn on. I imagined the way the floor would have shifted underneath his weight, and then my mind flew in a wild direction as I pictured my body trembling underneath that same weight. I wanted to feel him over me. I needed to feel the heat of that body on mine more than the next breath.

I shook my head and closed my eyes for a moment, trying to get rid of the image. It didn’t help. When I opened them, Father Cameron was reaching his arms up, stretching them, pulling all the muscles of his abs along. He then massaged his fingers into the right shoulder, where my fingers had been earlier in the day. I felt a twitch in my palms.

He was a sinner and he didn’t even know it, because that body had to be meant for a greater good. I already knew that Father Cameron had a good heart – after all, he worked for God – but the way his physique taunted me was nothing short of the sweetest temptation I’d ever seen. Was he my test? Would he determine whether I was a good human being? I hoped it wasn’t so, because I was afraid that I’dfail.

He turned away, his tight ass muscles contracting with each step he took. That body should have been abolished by the church. They shouldn’t have allowed hot men like him within the parish’s perimeter. As he walked to the far end of the wall and turned off the light, I exhaled with relief. For the first time since he began undressing, I realized where I was, and the timing couldn’t have been better.

“Kate?” I heard Lola call out. “Are you still peeing?”

I hopped a few steps away from Father Cameron’s cabin before calling out, “I’m done. I’m coming.”

“What took you so long?” she asked.

“Do you really want to discuss our bathroom habits and how hard it is to pee in the dark and not get any on your leg? Because you know, when we squat down, it doesn’t always go straight. Besides, my bladder wouldn’t have been that full if you’d woken me for dinner.”

“Okay, there, slow down, Babbles. Sorry about your bladder. You looked so cute when you were sleeping. Father Cameron said to let yourest.”

“He saw me sleeping?”

“Yeah, but you should have seen the way he was looking at you. I’m telling you, I’ve never seen a man look at a woman thatway.”

“If you’re trying to play matchmaker for me again, with a priest, pleasestop.”

“Just sayin’ what I saw. That’sall.”

I checked my watch. “It’s almost time for lights out. We better get our butts to the cabin before we won’t be able to findit.”

I was afraid that given the opportunity, my legs would only be able to find one cabin tonight. I followed Lola across the field, our destination illuminated by a single bulb outside the girl’s cabin door, which I’d thankfully left on before leaving. The image of Father Cameron’s body remained in my mind’s eye. I made a note to pray over and over during the night, to be freed of the sudden desires that were flowing through my body. If I wanted a chance to fulfill what could be one of my mother’s last wishes, to see Jack, I couldn’t do anything to destroy my relationship with this parish.

After all, I’d just found out that Pace held my family roots, and that my mother had possibly known one of the Cortez brothers. She could have met the same man I was hidingfrom.

Father Cameron promised after the retreat that we’d continue our search through the documents in the attic. Watching Father Cameron sweat up there could never get old. Then he’d laugh and smile, offer a piece of advice or provide some wisdom. I had a feeling that organizing the attic in the tower would quickly become one of my favorite pastimes.

Apparently some of the boxes had been moved to the church from the Bistro after the Cortez family abandoned the town. Maybe there would be a clue there. If we knew where the family had moved to, we could keep an eye out. We could find them before they found us. After all, it was best to keep your friends close and your enemies even closer. One thing was certain: Father Cameron was more than hot. He was exciting and mysterious at the same time, and made my body react in ways it shouldn’t. My mind was no longer the only one sinning when I thought about him because my body seemed to be entering a personalized highway to hell, one without any speed limits. I lowered my head in shame. I would never, ever invade his privacy again the way I had tonight.

Boy, was I ever wrong.

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