Page 51 of Sin With Me

Chapter13

Cameron

I didn’t thinkthis trip could be more boring than listening to a presidential debate, yet it was, until I felt Kate’s fingers on my shoulder. That little massage she pulled on me yesterday gave me a hard on, and if it weren’t for my shirt being out, well, let’s just say that had Kate seen my wood, the moment would have been much more uncomfortable. Since the day she slipped on the floor and fell into my arms, I’d avoided any physical contact. No touching. No hand shakes or hugs. Any sort of connection could push me over theedge.

The energy that had buzzed between us in her cabin was excruciatingly painful. My muscles tensed, my palms perspired, and my dick hardened the moment she touched me. That afternoon, I went back to her cabin to apologize for my behavior, but when I followed Lola into their cabin and saw Kate sleeping there, all that conviction to confirm that we were only friends was gone. My feelings for this woman were getting out of control.

Poof!

I would have to live with the pain and struggle, because I knew I couldn’t have her. My conversation with Father John hadn’t helped. I still wondered how he managed to make sense of an affair with a woman, when it still didn’t make any sense to me. I was stronger than he was. I might have tested my own faith, but I wouldn’t do anything to compromise hers. And then I saw Kate watching me undress last night… again, Poof to any conviction I thought Ihad.

Protected by the shadows of the night, she had been standing in the forest beyond the cabin, unaware of the thin ribbon of moonlight illuminating the top of her head. And I loved every minute ofit.

Through the first few moments of doubt, I wondered whether I should continue teasing her. I debated turning off the light and cutting off the sin for too long. I shouldn’t have let her watch me, but the thought of having her admire me that way was a temptation forged in the deepest pits of hell, coated with a sweet lure of her scent. I swear I could smell her blocks away. The aroma held layers of desire I had no control over. I remembered wondering about the level of her own excitement. Were her nipples as hard as that day the water valve broke in her kitchen? Were her panties full of her thick sweetness?

As I lay in my bed last night, I wondered whether all other men who had looked upon her had sinned as much as I had. That thought only persuaded my hand to slide underneath the covers so I could relieve that desire again. If I didn’t, I was afraid all Kate had to do was breathe to turn me on. I couldn’t give her any hope. Anything more than a professional relationship with Kate, and a little bit of friendship, could have ruined us both emotionally and spiritually.

Today was a newday.

Today I would keep my priorities straight, and so when I walked into the common dining area, I set my breakfast on the table across fromKate.

Last night didn’t happen.I didn’t see her watching me undress.

“Good morning, Kate.”

Her head flew up. A spark of a surprise flashed in her eyes as she slowly swallowed her scrambledeggs.

“Good morning, Father.”

“Did you sleep well last night?” I asked, digging my fork into my breakfast sausage. When I looked up, Kate’s gaze was on my food as I cut through the meat. She shifted uncomfortably in herseat.

“Ahm, yes. A little restless, I guess. I always get that way when I sleep in a differentbed.”

“Does that happen often?” I asked, my new resolve when I sat down thirty seconds ago disappearing.

“What?”

“Sleeping in a differentbed?”

She gave me a quizzical look, her right brow lifting, but decided to answer anyway. “Well, no. It doesn’t.”

“Good. I used to switch beds with my brothers. It can get tiring.”

“What else did you do with your brothers?”

Was she trying to shift the conversation to a safer subject on purpose? And why would I want to encourage her not to? I was beginning to think that I had completely lost my mind around this woman.

“Well, if they’d been out here with me as teenage boys, we wouldn’t have obeyed the curfew, and we’d have snuck around behind the cabins hoping to see the girls undress.”

Kate stilled and I continued. “Then, we would have had to apply ointment on our poison ivy rashes all over ourlegs.”

When I saw Kate reach underneath the table and scratch the side of her leg, I almost chuckled. What the hell was I trying to do? Tell her that I knew about her little escapade?

“Do you miss them?” she asked, throwing me off course.

I sighed without intending to. “All the time. Coming to Pace was one of the hardest decisions of mylife.”

“But you didn’t have a choice.”

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