Holding her tight with his right arm snaked around her waist, Logan lowered his lips to hers. Even messing around with her drove him crazy. He kissed her with deliberate slowness and Hana relaxed under him, her body betraying her. She responded to his lips trembling against hers and the sensation of his fingers straying from her waist to the back of her neck. The kiss grew heated and urgent, the painting forgotten amidst their rising passion. The spectre of Caroline crashed to the floor with Logan’s paintbrush.
The click of the front door closing made them jump apart. Hana’s inhale sounded ragged. By the time Bodie removed his gleaming black shoes and padded across the hall, Logan stood at the sink washing his brush under running water. Hana leaned against the bench top with a guilty expr
