Free Kairos by K.J. Coakley Page B

him that I swear I will probably come at the first skin-to-skin contact, and I really don’t care. I just want to see him, touch him, and feel him deep within my body.
    I tremble again, and he puts his hand on my arm to steady me. Then his long fingers snake a trail down to my wrist, where he plants a tender kiss. Our eyes never lose contact, and his are on fire with lust. I’m still biting my bottom lip when his thumb rises up to tug my lip from my mouth and caress it.
    Logan steps back and begins to unbutton his shirt with a practiced speed. He tosses it on the sink, and I gaze appreciatively at him. His body is chiseled perfection, and I want a taste. I can’t help myself as I step forward and lower my mouth to his delectable chest. My tongue licks a hot trail from his nipple to his throat, and he hisses through his teeth at the contact.
    I gently bite his neck, and his erection twitches in his shorts against my belly. My lips work to his ear and blow a gentle, warm breath on his lobe. His groan is strangled as he swiftly reaches in and shuts off the shower and then sweeps me off my feet and carries me to the bed. I squeal and cling fearfully to his neck.
    “I’ve got you.” And with those three words, my body turns liquid in his arms. They are three simple words that he infuses so much meaning into. He wants my trust, and I find myself nodding at him with a shy smile on my face. He smiles back and then lays me gently on the bed.
    He quickly pulls the covers back. And then his fingers are on my legs and working their way up my capri shorts to my thighs, where he pauses and eyes me with a wicked little smirk. Then they continue to move up to my hips and just beneath my belly button to unfasten the clasp. The zipper comes next, and then my shorts are lying in a puddle on the floor beside the bed, and my shirt quickly follows. I’m lying beneath Logan in nothing but my panties and bra, and he’s still wearing his shorts.
    I wrestle my hands between us as his mouth takes mine again in a slow and delicious manner. It’s hard to focus on my task because his mouth is doing extraordinary things to mine, and I can’t catch my breath. I’m swiftly whipped back to reality when my fingers graze his happy trail and locate his button and zipper. As his shorts fall open, I come into contact with a pair of boxer briefs and slip my fingers beneath the elastic band. His mouth stills on mine.
    Emboldened by his abrupt hesitation, I slide my right hand farther down the coarse blond trail and find his arousal straining against its confinement. I run my thumb over the satiny head and smooth the bead of moisture there over him. He groans and pushes his cock into my hand involuntarily.
    With my free hand, I push his pants and underwear down and then push on his chest. He sits up and then stands. My hand is still holding his cock, so I follow and sink to my knees as he removes the last of his clothes. My thumb continues stroking small circles over the head of his cock, and I finally remove my eyes from his intense stare and get my first glimpse of his substantial erection. I knew he was large, and he doesn’t disappoint. My mouth waters just looking at it.
    I look up to find him watching me with unbridled passion glowing in his eyes and a tense set to his mouth as he eagerly awaits my decision. I lean forward and slowly lick where my thumb has spread his moisture over the head of his penis. He groans, and his hands grip the back of my head reflexively.
    I close my eyes to his and allow myself to simply live in the moment. I take his cock into my mouth and suck…hard. His hips push him deeper into my mouth and to the back of my throat. I pull back a little, and he shivers.
    “Jesus Christ! Shit. I’m sorry, Sulwen.” His breathing has picked up, and his face is flushed a little, but I wink at him and close my eyes again and proceed to devour him with an enthusiasm I have never shown for oral sex.
    He tastes salty but with a distinct