Sinner (Shelter Harbor #1)(78)

“I was actually talking about my cock.”

The word sends an illicit shiver through me, a craving that claws deep inside of me. I straighten up, willing the heat from my face.

“That’s crude.”

“No, that’s a euphemism.”

I grin but quickly hide it as some of the other volunteers approach the table. I slip out from my spot pressed between him and the condiments table and step away.

He follows.

“Can I help you with something?” I say innocently, turning once we’re a safe distance from the others.

“I am positive you could actually.”

I blush, my eyes locking with his and feeling that wicked tingle slide through me.

“There are people here,” I whisper.

“Then let’s go somewhere without people.”

I chew on my lips. “People will notice.”

“Who?”

“Your dad? My father?”

He rolls his eyes. “My dad is talking home brewery techniques with old man Lowry, which means he’s out of commission for the next two hours. And your dad…” he glances up, his eyes scanning the crowd before they stop, and he grins.

I turn to follow his gaze to my father.

“Is he baptizing people?”

I make a face. “Honestly? Yes.”

“He knows that’s a tub for holding beer kegs, right?”

“I sincerely doubt it.”

“Oh, the irony.”

I’m shaking my head and turning when his lips brush my ear. “See what I mean? We’re off the hook.”

I look up at him, and it’s everything I can do to keep my mouth shut. I have to keep it shut, because if I open it, I’m going to say all sorts of things I shouldn’t to a man I shouldn’t even be talking to, let alone having the sort of thoughts I’m having about. Wicked, sinful, filthy thoughts.

Thoughts that warm me in places they shouldn’t.

And if I open my mouth, they’re all going to come out. If I open my mouth, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from saying yes to this temptation again.

And God do I want to say yes.

“You might not be saying it, but you’re thinking it.”

I can feel my cheeks burn as I shake my head. “Thinking what?” I whisper.

“You tell me.”

I quickly shake my head, and he grins. “Go ahead, tell me.”

“I- I can’t,” I say shakily.

“Try.”

I shake my head again and he grins. “Want me to go first?”

I nod, still seemingly unable to speak for fear of blurting out every single thing I want him to do to me.

“How about,” he leans in, “how about, you’re thinking about how much you want to feel me push that skirt up to your waist, peel those panties down to your knees, bend you over, and run my tongue all over your pussy.”

I gasp.

I actually gasp out loud, my hand flying to my mouth like I’m some sort of church lady who’d just been scandalized. Well, in a way, I am, except it’s scandalized in the best way possible.

“That something along the lines of what you were thinking?”

I swallow, frozen.

“Yes or no, angel,” he whispers into my ear.

And slowly, I nod.

“Didn’t catch that.”

“Yes,” I whisper out.

Rowan growls. “Let’s go.”

He grabs my hand and pulls me away from the crowds, away from the barbecue and around to the side door of the church.

“Where are we going, exactly?”

He opens it and pulls me through, and suddenly, we’re enveloped in the shrouded silence and dim light of the inside of the old church.

“Here?!” I gasp, whirling at him. “You want to have sex in a church?” I squeak out.

He pulls me against him, kissing me fiercely, and I melt.

“Yeah, I do, but the thing is,” he grins at me before leaning into my ear and sucking the lobe between his teeth. I gasp.

“You do too,” he growls.

The heat blooms between my legs, and my knees quiver. He grabs my hand and leads me down a length of pews, towards two sets of doors, and my heart jumps inside my chest.

“You can’t be serious.”

Rowan opens the door to the tiny confessional booth and grins.

“Church is a serious place.”

“In there?!”

“The pulpit might be a little exposed.”

I blush, but then, I’m letting my feet follow as he pulls me inside. The door shuts, and we’re alone in the near dark shadows of the freaking confessional booth.

We crash together instantly.

Mouths gasp for each other, hands slide over each other’s bodies — pulling, undoing, unbuttoning.

“Have you- have you done this before?”

He stops. “Done what?”

“You know,” I say softly, suddenly wishing I’d never opened my mouth. “In here.”