Page 135 of For I Have Sinned

“April twenty-sixth. Not as special as being born on Halloween.” Alex tugs at my bottom lip with his thumb.

Lifting my hand, I wrap it around his wrist and pull his hand back. “Your birthday is special because that’s the day you were brought into this world.”

He tries to fight the smirk, but fails. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Are we playing twenty questions now?” I intertwine our fingers together.

“We haven’t really gotten to know each other that well.”

“I guess you’re right,” I hum, thinking about my answer. “Mauve.”

“Mauve?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“It’s a pretty light purple. I’ve loved it ever since I can remember.” I smile at the memory of when my mother forced me to go to a church event when I was little. I had tried to fight it, but being only eight, I lost the battle.

Luckily for me, it was at a botanical garden. While my mother talked to the other members of our church, she let me wander around the garden, which was more freedom than I was used to.

So I took advantage. I went down all the pathways with flowers on each side; they were all beautiful, but my attention was caught by the purple phlox. At the time, I didn’t know what they were called. I just knew they were a pretty clump of flowers, but they stuck with me, and ever since, that has been my favorite color.

Pulling myself from the memory, I ask Alex, “What’s your favorite color?”

Alex brings the hand I’m not holding up to my face, brushing his thumb lightly beneath my eye. “A green that is so light it almost appears gray.”

My mouth parts as he looks directly into my eyes, staring deep into my soul. Alex closes the distance, pressing his lips to mine lightly at first, but then he deepens the gesture. The room around us spins when his tongue finds mine, and holy crap, I will never get tired of the taste of him.

Or him in general.

I’m so lost in him that I don’t notice him lifting the dress up my body until he breaks apart to tug it over my head. It falls to the floor, and he comes back in to find my mouth, but I place my hand on his chest to stop him.

“You want to do this right now? With everything going on?”

He wets his lips. “I want a distraction, Celine. I want to pretend just for one minute that none of this shit is going on.”

“Just one minute?” I ask in a teasing tone. “I thought you could last longer than that.”

“I could last all night if you’d let me.” His finger trails over the curve of my breast. “Could you handle that?”

Biting my lip, I shrug. “You never know unless you try, right?”

With a smirk, Alex flattens his hand on my chest and lets it travel up until it is positioned against my throat. He pushes forward, forcing me to step back until I am against the wall by the window.

His eyes leave mine for a moment to look at the glass and then brings his gaze back to mine. There is a hint of excitement in those amber eyes that makes my heart start racing. His hold on my neck tightens as he yanks me away from the wall and spins me around so that I’m standing right in front of the window.

In a swift motion, he shoves me forward. “Hold on to the windowsill.”

I do as I’m told and stare down at the courtyard to see that some women are out there enjoying the crisp fall air. Well, as crisp as California gets this time of year. The sun has begun to set, casting shadows of the trees below.

“Alex… What if they can see?” I ask in a panic, hearing the faint sound of a zipper being undone.

His hands settle on my waist, and he leans over me to kiss my shoulder. “It’s getting dark out, and your light is off. They would have to have amazing eyesight to see me fucking you right here.”

“And what if Father Keaton did put cameras in my room?” I look over my shoulder to where Alex now stands at full height behind me. He is still wearing his priest attire, and the sight of him in it, bending me over, is erotic.

“Then let’s give him a show, little sin.” He says and then sinks into me.

My head drops forward, jaw going slack as his fills me. No matter how many times we have sex, I will never get used to the way he stretches me. He begins to pump his hips agonizingly slow, causing me to whimper.

“You need more?” he asks, gently pulling out until only his tip is inside.