to the sink and began to piddle around with the braided hoses that belonged to the faucet. He really didn’t have a clue as to what he was doing, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let some woman, especially this woman, think he couldn’t wield a wrench. He tightened the hoses, stood up and turned on the faucet. Water sprayed in every direction as Madison let out a yelp. Rowan quickly pushed the faucet handle down to stop the flow of water, but not before soaking himself from head to toe.
Chapter 2
Madison let out a groan as the white t-shirt that Rowan donned went from pure white to completely transparent. Oh, holy hell. As he stood before her covered in water, she felt her panties grow increasingly wet. She didn’t know how much more her senses could take standing in the presence of this male. Her initial encounter with him alone would send any woman running to change her panties. With his lower parts covered in just a towel, water dripping from the muscles that now peeked through the translucent shirt, to the way his clothing gripped his body and clung as if to never let go. Standing before her now, covered from head to toe in water and looking like some kind of sun god, was about to make her short circuit and she realized her own “faucet” started to leak. His blonde hair was now darkened as water made its way down the bridge of his nose. His muscled chest cried out to be touched beneath the wet cotton that hugged his skin tightly, every rippled muscle of his abdomen tempting her to reach out and touch him. Her body experienced things she’d only read about in romance novels; the really naughty romance novels that would make her blush while reading, even if no one was around! She wanted so badly to run her fingers along his defined chest and abdomen.
Of course, her lack of experience, didn’t take away from the burning desires to enjoy a man physically. She’d only had a few boyfriends in her life, when she was in high school. The most she’d ever done with any of them was kiss and even that wasn’t a great experience. It either felt like she was kissing a brother or it was sloppy and messy. Not a good combination either way. When college rolled around, she’d been so immersed in her studies, never having time for any kind of relationship. Here she was twenty three years old and she’d never even experienced a guy in the biblical sense. Oh, she’d seen enough movies and read enough books to know what the possibilities were, but that was all she had; all the knowledge in the world without one ounce of experience. The sound of Rowan’s cell phone brought her out of her own little world quickly.
“Shit! I’m sorry. If you will excuse me I need to take this call.”
Rowan made his way into the living room, but Madison could still hear his conversation. She tried to busy herself, but disappointment filled her heart as she heard his side of the conversation.
“Hey, sorry I’m running late, I had to help my new neighbor. No, I did not forget I was helping you with the honeymoon. I said I’d help and I will, calm down. Just give me about a half hour and I will be there.”
Damn it, he's engaged? Of course, he was. That was the kind of luck that followed her, did she really expect anything else. No wonder he seemed put off and uninterested in her. He was already taken. Well, at least he wasn’t one of those jerks who thought it was okay to flirt with every skirt that walked past him even though he was in a relationship. He had that going for him. Well, that and a lot of other wonderful attributes that she’d had the privilege of seeing or almost seeing.
“Sorry about that,” Rowan said as he slid his cell phone in his back pocket. “Let me see if I can get this faucet fixed for you.”
“That’s okay. I can just call a plumber. I’ve already caused you enough