Kairos (11 page)

Apparently satisfied, he gently guides me back on a pillow. I can hear the sheets moving as he clears the bed. The bed dips as he moves about and situates me to his liking. I am flat on my back, and I feel a scarf around my left ankle. I pull it, but my movement is restricted as I realize I’m tied to the bedpost. Another silk tie fastens around my other leg, and I freeze. I’ve never been tied up before, and a moment of panic hits me. Next he secures my wrists in the same fashion.

“Be still.” His lips brush against the top of my foot. He moves up the bed and ties my wrists in the same fashion. I am completely at his mercy. I feel helpless and incredibly vulnerable, but I keep reminding myself that this is Logan. He’s proven to me time and time again that although his methods are sometimes questionable, I can trust him. He always has my best interest at heart. We laid our feelings bare and here he is—trusting me to trust him.

This is my man, and he is going to do naughty things to me, and I’m going to love it. I release a deep breath and relax.

“That’s my girl. Just relax, baby. I’m going to make you feel so damn good.” I hear him walk across the floor, and then the muted light peeking in around my blindfold disappears, and everything is black. Pitch-black.

Clothes rustle, and then the bed moves as he climbs in.

Long fingers brush against my flesh. Then they’re gone.

My heart rate picks up. My breathing becomes shallow. It’s black all around me, and I hear his husky breath hovering over me. My womb clenches tight. I slide my tongue over my suddenly dry lips.

He groans. Heat…there’s so much heat building in me. Soft, wet lips press against my hipbone as his tongue swirls tiny circles. Then it’s gone. I’m starting to pant. My body is winding tighter and tighter.

Hot liquid skims across my clitoris. Nimble fingers start to massage, and I nearly come undone. Up, and down, but so achingly slow that I push my hips up, begging for more.

“Please.” I’m over the edge with need, and he’s just getting started. He pinches my clit and then rubs over it with the pad of his thumb. At least that’s what it feels like. I can’t really tell anymore. I am lost to his fingers as they stroke and tease me to a fever pitch. Then they’re gone.

“No. No. No. Please, Logan.” My hips are wildly twisting within the limits my bindings allow. The soft silk pulls against the skin around my ankles and wrists as I lose myself to the burning need within.

“Shh.” Warm breath blows across my breasts. My body recedes as I succumb to the sweet agony. He dives and takes my nipple into his mouth in one fluid move, and I shudder. The air lumps in my throat, and I gulp to catch my breath. He sucks so hard, but when his teeth nibble tiny little bites over the tip, I groan from the sheer ecstasy that assails my body.

I feel it building deep within. Tighter and tighter against my back, my belly, my very womb.

He moves to my other nipple to deliver the same erotic torture. His hands glide down my sides and to my hips. He squeezes and then slides his hands in and down toward my groin.

My body responds, and I instinctively shove myself into the heel of his palm. His other hand moves back and around my ass. He squeezes and continues his path between the cleft and on down. My body clenches, and I immediately freeze.

“Trust me.” His voice is guttural and sexy as hell. I release a deep breath and relax to his touch.

He moves his palms in circles over my clit, and it snaps me back. I moan and start to grind myself against him.

“That’s it. Does that feel good, baby?” My body is tingling all over, and words are lost to me. I don’t have to see him to know that he has that dark, sensual grin on his wicked face. His other hand moves again and finally settles against my moist opening.

I’m so ready for his touch I nearly come when he gently pushes his fingers inside me. I expect him to move, but he immediately stops, and then his mouth is on mine and his tongue is shoving in over mine. Taking. Giving. I want to wrap my hands around him so bad it is driving me mad with desire. His fingers plunge deep, and my body jerks so hard that the silk bindings bite into my skin. I am so lost to this maddening passion he stirs in me that I barely even notice.

He pulls back and kisses the corner of my mouth, my nose, and my cheeks. And his fingers never stop their magnificent torture. My clit is on fire from the circles his palm is working over my sensitive nub. His fingers are swirling inside me, rubbing my sweet spot in just the right way.

“Oh…God. Feels…so…good!” I can’t contain myself. I’m jerking and pulling at my bindings and grinding against his palm while he thrusts his fingers into me with wicked precision.

His mouth covers mine again, and I shatter into a million pieces. My eyelids flash white as I squint through my orgasm. “Logan!” I scream his name, and he swallows my breath with a fiery kiss.

His fingers leave me pulsing so hard it’s nearly painful. Then with a quick rip of foil and a slight movement above me, he thrusts deep and hard into my channel.

“Fuck!” He yells as his hands bear down on my hips, and he pounds into me. Another orgasm seizes my body. My muscles contract until they feel as if they’ve been plugged into an electrical outlet. My skin is crawling, muscles pulsing, and I’m coming so hard I scream out in panic, fear, and sheer bliss. The ridge of his cock continues to press against my G-spot again and again until I’m floating on a sea of sensual pleasure, and then Logan slams into me, and I feel the heat of his seed flood within me.

“Sulwen!” He groans and then slumps down over me, his hands on either side of me, holding his weight, his face lying over my heart.

Sweat trickles down my neck. My body is tingling all over with tiny aftershocks jolting through my erogenous zones. He raises and kisses the place over my heart. “
A chroí
.” He kisses the spot again, and my heart stutters and then kicks back into rhythm.

My blindfold is removed, and although it’s still dark, I can make out his silhouette. His smile holds such warm affection that I find myself returning it in spades. His thumb runs over my cheek and then my ear before he leans down and kisses me. His lips are so soft and yet firm. He pulls back and leans over me to untie my hands. Then he slides down to my ankles and frees me.

His hands work each leg to loosen my muscles and check for bruising. He is looking at me with a single purpose. He wants to make sure he didn’t hurt me. His eyes narrow, and he checks every square inch where I was bound. Seeming satisfied, he looks up at me and grins slyly. He is so cute when he is like this. He has feelings for me, but he is trying very hard to mask them. I can see through his glamour though. His eyes are the window to his soul. If I look hard enough and really pay attention, I can see him. The real Logan. My Logan.

I sit up and stretch my shoulders, relishing in my afterglow. Logan is putting the toy and scarves away now. He never used my Magic Dolphin. Humph. Maybe next time. My inner diva is wickedly grinning. I pull the sheet up over me and lean back against the pillow. Logan walks back toward me butt naked and without a care in the world. His stomach is ripped. My favorite part is the V just to the inside of each hipbone. It’s a chiseled indentation that I want to run my tongue up. I’ll have to store that thought for next time.

I look over to the wastebasket and see that he’s already discarded the condom.

His cock is still partially hard, so it makes for an impressive sight as he draws near. I don’t know how that fits in me, but I’m eternally thankful. I bite my lip to keep from smiling. He is so damn gorgeous, and he just rocked my world. God, I think I love this man.

Logan crawls into bed and pulls me to him. I curl into his side and lay my head on his chest. The slow beat of his heart relaxes every muscle in my body. I feel myself sinking into him as my breaths grow deeper and deeper. And then I remember those two words he said after our lovemaking: “
A chroí.
” I briefly wonder what that means before I sink into the darkness.

The next morning we have a delicious breakfast that Tonya has graciously picked up from the local IHOP. We all eat in comfortable silence and then get ready for the day. I have several errands to run, and as much as I love spending time with Logan, it has become increasingly clear to me that I need a little space to process everything that has happened between us.

I feel myself casting glances at him and find him staring back at me with open curiosity. He wants to know what I’m thinking. He wants to talk. I can tell by the thread of electricity that is constantly thrumming between us. His feelings and thoughts pass to me through his eyes and are so easily decipherable that I clear my throat and lower my eyes to my plate of buttered pancakes. My appetite suddenly lacking, I shove my plate aside.

Tonya looks up as I clear my plate and turn toward my room. “Aren’t you going to have any strawberries?” Her voice is uneasy, and I know she’s trying to figure out what is going on but is too respectful to question me in front of Logan.

“No. I’m taking a shower,” I toss over my shoulder. I keep walking up the stairs. I hear her and Logan chatting as I shut my door and lean against the cool oak. I thump my head back a couple times, trying to knock some sense into myself. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m so confused! When I’m making love to Logan, everything seems so clear and natural, and then…this! It’s like I’m holding a grenade in one hand and the pin in the other, just waiting for the explosion to rock my world and blow it all away.

It’s times like these that I miss my dad so much it physically hurts. I can hear his deep, reassuring voice telling me to take deep breaths and reassess. He was always there when I felt unsure of myself and the world around me.

A tear skids down my cheek, and I quickly wipe it away with the back of my hand and sigh. I push myself off the door and walk to the bathroom. I need the steam and hot water to soothe my worries.

When I look into Logan’s eyes, I can see there is so much he wants to say. So much he needs to say, but he holds back. The growing tension is like a rope that is slowly fraying as the days pass. Last night was amazing in so many ways. I wanted to shout my feelings to him, but as powerful as they are, my instinct is to withdraw and protect myself. I’m vulnerable with him. He can hurt me like no one else, and that is terrifying. Too terrifying to contemplate right now.

The shower eases my tense muscles. Feeling soundly resolved that I need to trust Logan and embrace this bizarre world he painted, I finish getting ready. I pull on some khaki capris and a deep purple tank top, swiping my hair into a neat ponytail and leaving my room to find Logan.

He’s lying on the couch, flipping through the channels on our plasma screen TV. He looks so relaxed and at ease that I stop and watch him for a moment. His forearm flexes as he raises the remote and flips through the mess of reality and cooking shows. It’s still early, and on Sunday morning there is rarely anything worth watching.

I step forward, and he halts his search to sit up and face me. He looks at me with an unreadable expression. My eyes rake over his solid form. He’s wearing his clothes from last night, and he looks absolutely divine. His hair is disheveled, and his face has a slight golden shadow from his beard growth. I want to run my tongue over his jaw and feel the stubble. Immediately I feel a pulse kick between my heating thighs. I don’t know how he does this to me, but it’s like a drug that I’m finding myself hopelessly addicted to.

“We need to talk.” His voice is somber. I walk over to the couch and sit down next to him without touching him. Our eyes lock as he turns and draws a leg under himself and faces me. I nod nervously.

“Listen, I know you’re scared and confused, and believe me when I tell you that I am too.” His eyes look pleadingly at me, and he takes my hands into his. “I have some pretty heavy stuff to tell you, and I know that it’s going to be difficult, if not impossible, for you to take it all in and still believe me sane, but I swear to you that I’m through with the lies.” His thumbs are stroking my knuckles, and I find myself relaxing into his touch with such easy familiarity.

“Where’s Tonya?” I don’t know why the question comes out, but it’s the first and only thought I’ve had since setting eyes on him.

He flashes a quick grin. “She left to run a few errands and give us some alone time. I think she thought we were going to fuck like bunnies all day and didn’t want to listen to us romping about.” His grin spreads into a full-on smile now, and I’m helpless to grin slyly back.

“Okay, so talk. I’m listening.”

His face falls and takes on a serious expression. My heart picks up the pace as my nerves begin to speed the blood through my veins with anxious adrenaline.

He shifts and pulls his hands back to his knees as he folds both legs under himself and turns completely toward me. “I have to get you back to Scotland.”

I open my mouth, then close it, and then open it again. “I have a job and school to return to in the fall. I can’t go to Scotland.” My brows pinch together, and my defenses rise.

“I know you’re worried, but there’s something more important going on here, and you are the crucial piece of the puzzle, Sulwen. I’m not asking you this as a favor. I’m telling you this because you must go to Scotland. Do you understand what I’m saying? If you won’t come with me voluntarily, I’m under strict orders to bring you against your will. It’s not debatable.” His expression is apologetic.