The Billionaire's Kiss(81)

“Fine. I’m fairly certain that this is everything you’ve been waiting for.”

“We’re losing the tour,” Callie said. She turned and grabbed hand to lead him back to the pack, but Logan surprised her by pulling her back against himself and kissing her hard on the lips. She leaned in and returned the kiss, closing her eyes and slipping her tongue against his. Even as she kissed him, she smiled.

“That’s kind of the idea.” Logan looked up and down the hall and pulled Callie into a stately bedroom. He shut the door behind them. He looked around quickly at the four post bed, the armoire, the desk, and then he saw the open door to the bathroom. “Come on,” he said.

“Someone will notice,” Callie whispered as Logan kissed her neck. He let his stubble brush against her delicate skin. He ran his hands down over her hips and slid one under her dress, and she let out a small gasp of excitement.

He kissed her neck and whispered, “Remember how you said you wished you could take more risks and do what you want?”

“I wasn’t exactly talking about this, Logan,” she said. “We should wait.”

Logan leaned in, “but do you want to wait?”

Callie shook her head. “No,” she said. “I don’t.”





***

This was such a bad idea. Callie trembled as Logan slid his hand under her dress. His touch was incredible. Damn it, she didn’t want to want him at the moment, but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted him, and she wanted to feel dangerous, sexy, all of it. She wanted to be bad. Logan kissed her neck. With each kiss, Callie felt her inhibitions fading away. What was the use in trying to hold back? After all, they had already snuck off the tour and hidden themselves in a room.

“Right here?” she asked. “In a bathroom? Are you serious? What happens if someone notices that the door to the bedroom is shut?” She looked back at the closed door and tried to convince herself not to go through with it. She caught Logan looking at her in the mirror. His eyes traced over her with that look of complete desire. She loved the way he looked at her, loved the way it made her feel. Maybe she could give in to her desire for just a minute. “Just kiss me,” she said. Logan leaned in and kissed her neck, and she felt that rush again. A kiss wouldn’t do. She wanted more. She wanted him. She couldn’t believe she was actually considering going through with this. She looked at herself again in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked beautiful in the kind of way makeup never made her feel beautiful. When she looked at Logan, he was still focused solely on her. “Two conditions,” she said. “One, you try to keep things quiet.”

“Done,” Logan said. “What’s the second condition?”

Callie shook her head. “Don’t put me in this situation again.”

“Why not?” he asked. His grin let her know he had a good idea of what she meant.

“I’ll just give in again,” she said with a sigh.

“That doesn’t sound so bad to me,” Logan said. He ran his hands over her hips, sliding them slowly over her thighs, teasing her with his deliberate motions.

Callie closed her eyes as a shiver of anticipation ran up her spine. “That’s the problem,” she said. “Now stop talking and kiss me again.”

It was harder to keep quiet than Callie had imagined. Over the rustling of clothes, the sound of zippers and buttons, each breath, each kiss, each touch had its own distinct sound. Her fear of getting caught intensified every impulse and feeling. She trembled as Logan slid his hands across her bare skin and pressed himself against her again. She tried to concentrate on her own breathing, but her excitement was too great. Then she heard something else, a creak from somewhere outside the room.

“I think someone’s here,” she whispered.

“It’s just the house,” Logan whispered back, “besides, the door has a lock for a reason.”

“I’m serious,” Callie said. She placed her hand over his mouth and listened again.

The next sound was unmistakable: two sharp knocks and a man clearing his throat. Callie froze. She felt like her heart would give out from the anxiety. This was bad, and suddenly being bad didn’t feel so good.





***

Callie had been in rooms like this before, small basement offices, with tiny windows hidden behind hot water pipes and support beams. She looked around and tried to figure out what was happening. A row of metal filing cabinets lined one wall, and a small steel desk was pushed against the wall underneath the room’s one small window. These were the rooms that weren’t on the tour, where people did whatever they needed to do to keep everything running smoothly upstairs. She placed her ear against the door and tried to listen to Logan’s conversation in the hall. He had insisted on talking privately with the manager of the mansion, while Callie had been too mortified to even make eye contact with the poor tour guide who had found them in the bathroom. This was bad. This was so very bad.