Page 31 of Sin With Me

Chapter8

Kate

A swimming pool and a nightmare.

That’s what my kitchen had turned into in a matter of seconds. I pushed the soaking rug around the base of the faucet, but it didn’t help. The valve spewed what seemed like gallons of water onto my kitchen floor.

“How do you turn this off?” I grumbled, diving into the cabinet underneath my sink, but all I saw were pipes without a valve.

Soaked and discouraged, I stood up and looked around the kitchen, slid in my socks across the floor, then quickly removed all the bowls and containers I could find, placing them underneath the constant fountain. As I switched the dishes from full ones to empty, I rushed around the kitchen looking for an invisible solution when a knock at my door sounded.

I don’t have time forthis.

Dejected, I rushed to the front door and opened it without thinking. Father Cameron’s gaze skimmed over my body. What was he so surprised about? He was the one knocking on mydoor.

“Good morning, Father. I’m sorry, but this isn’t really a goodtime—”

“You know you’re all wet, Kate.”

“Yeah, and I managed to turn my kitchen into a swimming pool.” I rushed back to the sink, nearly slipping on the tiles, and replaced another full container with an emptyone.

“What happened?” Father Cameron must have followed me in. I skidded in front of him to the other side of the kitchen, grabbed a pot, and then rushed back to the sink. “I don’t know. I just turned it on, heard a little crack, and it all decided to flowout.”

“Why didn’t you turn the wateroff?”

“The knob twists, but it doesn’t do anything.”

“No, I meant the main water valve.”

“I couldn’t findit.”

He passed by me and dove underneath the sink. A moment later, the water stopped flowing.

“Come here.” Father Cameron moved to the side and I joined him at the sink. Squatting, I followed his pointing finger. “There’s a knob just behind this pipe. It’s not easy to see. Twist it up to stop the flow. If that one ever fails, there’s another one outside, by the water meter.”

It wasn’t until I saw his strong hand motion the twist of that I realized we were leaning against one another, shoulder to shoulder, soaked sleeve to a dry one, a sexy warm breath to my uneven exhales. Shivers ran through my body. Was I even breathing?

“I got you wet,” I whispered, lightly turning toward him. He took my hand and guided me to standup.

“It’s all right.”

Time slowed and I turned around to eliminate the longing I felt when he was near. It didn’twork.

“Thank you. I think I would have destroyed the house if it weren’t foryou.”

“Need help cleaning it up? It’ll take you twice as long if you have to clean this place up on your own.” Without asking me again, he opened the pantry door. A set of chess pieces spilled from the top shelf. They were here when I moved in. He cleaned those up and removed a mop and a bucket from within, and then proceeded to swipe through themess.

And I just couldn’t stop watchinghim.

“Father Cameron, I can do this.” I reached for the mop, grasping it firmly, and he paused, looking me over again. This time, I felt his gaze snake down my body because it left a trail of heat behind. My nipples pebbled hard under his stare. I would have had to rub a bucket of ice to get the same effect, except ice wouldn’t have turned meon.

“I think you should change before you catch a cold,” he said, still staring.

Self-conscious, I crossed my arms over my chest in an attempt to cover the shirt clinging to my chest. I didn’t even dare to look in the mirror to see how much of my breasts I could see. But I could definitely feelthem.

“If you don’t do it for your sake, then do it for mine,” he added.

“I’ll be right back.” Focused on my bedroom door, I turned around and lost my footing. The sound of something crashing to the floor jolted me backward as Father Cameron dropped the mop. He caught me before I hit the floor, except he didn’t. The momentum of my fall took us both down, and now I was lying on top of him, my back to his chest, and his erection to myass.

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