Lessons in Sin - Pam Godwin Page 0,84
the steering wheel, my eyes tracking her alluring form. She’d changed into a thin shirt. No bra. The frigid chill vaporized her breath and turned her nipples into sharp little bullets beneath the blouse.
I was gobsmacked by her. Staggered. She floated toward me like a tiny body of fairy dust from heaven, burning with incandescence as she entered my cold dark atmosphere.
She was the shooting star in my life, appearing as a streak of light in the night, compelling me to make wishes and never take my eyes off her.
When she reached my door, I climbed out and touched her parted lips, aching to kiss her.
“Where’s your coat?” I shrugged out of mine and wrapped it around her.
“Where’s your collar?”
“I’m off duty.”
“Does that mean no bossiness while we’re here?”
“Didn’t say that.” I opened the trunk and started unloading groceries.
“What about church? You left the Bible behind, too, right?”
“Didn’t say that, either.”
“Oh, good.” She pursed her lips. “I was afraid we might actually have fun while we’re here.”
“Get inside before you catch a cold.”
“Okay, Boomer.” She loaded up her arms with bags of food.
“Call me a Boomer again and—”
“Boomer.”
She took off, but not before I slammed a palm across her ass hard enough to make her scream.
The cabin’s open floor plan, two-story ceilings, and well-placed windows provided views of the surrounding mountains from every room. It had the same basic structure as my private rectory—kitchen, sitting room, bathroom, bedroom—just on a grander scale.
She followed me from room to room as I put away groceries and checked the heating and water systems.
“When you said cabin in the mountains, this wasn’t what I pictured.” She paced along the windows, staring out into the dark. “I imagined the Unabomber shack or something equally…psychotic.”
Without comment, I tossed logs into the stone fireplace and gathered the kindling.
“There’s a river running down the mountain back there.” She jabbed a finger toward the rear door, her voice rising octaves. “With multiple beaver dams. There are whole families of actual beavers living just a few feet from your back porch, and they’re not afraid of me. I sat right beside them, talking to them while they gathered twigs and roots.”
My lips twitched. I knew she would love them.
“While I was waiting for you, I explored the property.” She leaned beside the fireplace, studying me. “There are paths everywhere. No other cabins. In just one hike, I saw deer, otters, a raccoon, red fox, and peregrine falcon.”
“We’re in the mountains, Tinsley. In a protected area near the state park.”
“How much land do you own?”
“One hundred acres, give or take.”
“With snow-plowed roads, unparalleled views, and a cabin that’s been upgraded with modern utilities. This place is worth a lot of money.” She narrowed her eyes. “I thought your vows were obedience, chastity, and poverty.”
“Priests don’t take vows of poverty anymore. We own houses and pay taxes just like the next guy.”
“How much money do you have?”
The fire ignited, and the flames spread across the logs.
I stood, facing her. “A lot.”
“How much is a lot?”
“Does it matter? Does it change the reason you’re here?”
“No, I mean, I knew you were a self-made billionaire. But you never mentioned a cabin in the mountains, and I’m just wondering how many other things I don’t know about you.”
There was a lot she didn’t know. A lot of ugly things. I intended to tell her everything while we were here. She needed to do some soul-searching, and I wanted her to have all the information.
But right now, I didn’t want to think about the ugliness of my life. I’d waited four months to indulge in her perfect beauty, and I was coming to her after a nine-year dry spell. I was beyond ravenous.
“You’re gorgeous.” I prowled toward her.
“You’re evasive. And I guess you’re not completely awful on the eyes.” Rather than retreating, she stepped into me and slid her hands around my hips. “This ass, though.”
She squeezed my backside with bold fingers.
I touched my mouth to hers, basking in the feel of her pouty lips. They pushed out, begging to be sucked and licked and bitten. I ran my nose alongside hers and skimmed my hands down her shoulders. Simply touching her like this put me in such a state of warm, peaceful happiness. It didn’t feel real.
None of this felt real. Apart from the supple scoops of tits in my hands with their pointy, irresistible peaks. These were definitely real. And her soft mouth against mine. Didn’t get more real than that.
I banded an arm