Page 32 of Sin With Me

Well, that didn’t take long, didit?

“Ouch,” he moaned inpain.

“I’m so sorry. Are youokay?”

I swear, I’d never be forgiven for all the ways in which I had managed to hurt a priest. I was up in a flash, assessing Father’s twisted limbs.

“Yes, I’m fine. Areyou?”

“Of course. You caught me. Here, let me help you.” I reached out but he didn’t take my hand. Now it was he who was allwet.

“I think you better go get changed,” he grumbled.

“ButI—”

“Kate, if you know what’s good for you, then you’re going to march into that bedroom, take the wet clothes off, and put on something dry so that I don’t have to look at how perfectly round your breastsare.”

I gasped and watched him open his mouth slowly, then close it again before completely dejected, he lowered hishead.

That commanding tone with a hint of displeasure was everything that my body wasn’t used to. It reacted in ways I couldn’t control, all on its own, swelling in some places, lubricating in other.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, Kate.”

“It’s all right. This is my fault anyway. I’ll just go… that way,” I said, pointing to the main hallway.

I quickly rushed into my bedroom where I changed into a fresh pair of undergarments, jeans, and a t-shirt, then went back to the kitchen, stopping in the doorway. The water was gone, buckets and containers put away, counter and cabinets wiped, and Father Cameron was sitting at the table with two cups of steaming coffee.

“What are you, Superman?”

He turned around with a smile, and everything seemed to be all right between us again.

“Thanks. My mother used to make us clean the floors all the time. I hope you don’t mind I made coffee.”

“Thank you. I should call her and thank her that she’s taught you sowell.”

A spark of amusement I couldn’t understand flashed across hisface.

“Here.” I handed him a dry t-shirt and my sweat pants. “They’re the biggest ones I could find. You can go to my bedroom. Or the bathroom. It’s up to you, really.”

“Kate, what I said earlier… I’m sorry. When I’m around you, I find my faith being tested more often than it should be. I shouldn’t have spoken to you thatway.”

“It’s all right. I mean, you said that you’re human. And being human is being a man. So you’re fine. We’refine.”

My heart drummed in my chest, forcing me to take quicker breaths. Talking to Father Cameron about being human and him being a man always gave me the wrong ideas.

“Oh, I’m definitely human. I hope you won’t hold my shortcomings against me.” He then held the shirt in front of him, measuring it with his gaze. “I’m not sure if this will work, but I’ll try. Much better than walking into a church soaked.”

I smiled. As soon as Father Cameron disappeared into the bathroom, I pulled out a chair, and sat down. An image of him changing floated through my mind, and intrigued with the picture my mind conjured, I took a sip of my coffee. It was perfect. Just the way I likedit.

A hot priest just cleaned my kitchen.

There was nothing normal about this. I was a temptress who pranced around in a soaked shirt in front of a priest. Poor Father Cameron had to keep his hidden urges intact around me? Something about the thought made me feel even hotter. But he was human, and so was I. A very sexy human with a good heart. They just didn’t make men that way anymore. Was I being tested? Because if I was, then I was probably failing miserably, and I wasn’t any closer to finding Jack. When I called back home to the precinct, no one asked any questions about my leave, which also meant that Cortez wasn’t on my tail justyet.

When Father Cameron returned, wearing my t-shirt and jogging pants, which by the way reached only down to his calves and looked like capris, I almost spit out my coffee.

“That bad, eh?” he asked.

“No, I’m sorry. It’s just all so… tight.” I scanned him over, appreciating every single limitation of my clothing so much more. That was when I realized that he wasn’t wearing any underwear and every enticing curve below his belt was outlined to perfection.

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