Free Kairos by K.J. Coakley Page A

of the house, weaving in and out of a rose trellis that’s weighed down with heavy blooms. As I step out of the car and look around, I am awestruck at the beauty. Everything from the landscaping to the furniture has a stately vintage quality.
    A middle-aged woman answers the door and checks us in. She’s polite, but her eyes keep surveying Logan. He smiles but never flirts or acts the least bit interested. I can’t prevent the scowl that crosses my face when she finally notices me standing next to him. At least she has the decency to blush and appear slightly embarrassed by her blatant ogling.
    For some reason I’m finding myself increasingly possessive of Logan. I place my hand in his; he looks down at me with humor shining in his eyes and a bright smile showcasing his Hollywood teeth. I blush and look down to the floor at my twitching feet, but then his hand cups my chin and draws my eyes to his. He’s still smiling but lacking all humor. His smile is lascivious, and my heart picks up speed. I can feel the heat surging in my face, and I know I’m glowing a brilliant shade of crimson, but at the moment I couldn’t care less. I have the undivided attention of Logan Thatcher at my beck and call, and I’m suddenly struck stupid with glee.
    He lowers down, and as his warm breath tickles my lips, the air lumps in my throat, and I can’t breathe. Soft, moist lips caress mine for the briefest of moments, and then they’re gone. I slowly open my eyes and blink a few times to find him taking the key from the clerk, and then he turns and winks at me. My hand is still in his. As he steps away and walks toward the stairs, I follow like a puppy on a leash.
    Our room is large, with a four-poster bed in the right corner. There’s a master bath with a huge Jacuzzi tub in the center, double sinks, and a shower big enough for three or four people. I toss my purse on the nightstand and pull off my sandals. The hardwood floor is cool on my soles as I tread into the bathroom. There are double doors that are swung wide but can be latched to the floor and locked for privacy. Good to know that little fact because I can’t see myself peeing with Logan watching. God forbid anything of the other nature strike. I make a mental note to eat a lot of cheese. I giggle to myself and walk toward the shower to turn on the water.
    Logan carries the bag with the toiletries we bought on the way here into the bathroom and places it on the counter. We briefly glance at each other, and an awkward silence follows. He’s looking into my eyes for an answer to a question that needs not be spoken, and I find myself nodding. He grins at me and closes the distance between us.
    He moves in front of me, and I feel his breath tickle my neck as he leans past me and reaches into the shower to turn the water on. Then he’s facing me. I tremble a little. His eyes heat as he takes in my apprehension. He’s all predator now, and I’m the willing prey.
    He brings both hands to my face and cups my cheeks like precious china. He’s going to kiss me. That is the last thought I have before his mouth claims mine with burning desire.
    He groans into my mouth as our tongues dance with each other. His plush lips are soft and sweet and remind me of marshmallows. I melt into him as my body answers the call my hormones have been raging for. I’m about to have the hottest sex of my life. I know this with a surety I’ve never experienced before.
    He deepens the kiss, and I feel his teeth bear down on my bottom lip. It’s a little rough, but it turns me on. I had no idea I liked rough, but I’m finding I do very much. I run my fingers through his silky hair and pull none too gently, and he groans again. I can feel his erection pushing into my belly, and my panties are now thoroughly wet. I’m pulsing with need.
    He pulls away from the kiss but tugs on my bottom lip again with his teeth. Damn, that’s hot! I find myself biting my lip with anticipation. I’m so excited by