Jaxson by Kris Keldaran Read Free Book Online Page B

cathedral garden.
    “Yes.” She nodded her head.
    H e kissed her then. A slow, lingering kiss that consumed her mind inch by inch. Rough bark scraped against her leg as he backed her up against a tree. Her wrists were in his hands, pinned against the trunk over her head as he rained kisses all across her eyes, her ears, her chin, up and down her neck. Light kisses, the kind that barely touched skin. But every time his lips made contact with her skin, it seemed to reach a nerve ending, making her grow hotter by the second. His rough, chapped lips felt as if they were made of napalm. Her whole life, she'd wanted a man to kiss her like this, in the cathedral garden. Is this how Eve felt in Eden ? she wondered.
    Now all she could do was moan for a long glorious moment as he made every inch of her come alive. Her eyes closed, she surrendered to her desires and muttered his name…
    “Ahem.”
    Her eyes opened in an instant. Standing just behind them, a few yards away, was Sister Sarah Marquez da Almeida, the tiny ancient Portuguese nun who worked in the cathedral. And she looked pissed.
    “It is still the Sabbath, and this is still the house of God, children,” Sister Marquez da Almeida declared, as if explaining to an illiterate barbarian proper decorum.
    “Yes, sister,” they both intoned at once.
    She harrumphed and slowly continued on her way around the property, rosary clutched between her hands.
    “She’s quiet for a nun,” Jax said.
    “There’s a reason my Sunday school class calls her ‘The Nun-ja’. You never hear the Ruler of Doom until it hits your knuckles.”
    “Beats what they said in Blues Brothers.”
    “Oh?” she asked.
    “The Penguin.”
    Kehau's hand flew to her mouth as she tried to contain her laughter. Jax pulled her into his arms and held her close. “How does lunch sound right now?”
    “Burgers?”
    “Burgers it is.”
    At a tiny little burger joint on Kapahulu Avenue, Jax introduced her to sweet potato fries on her burger. Kehau thought it was another difference between he and Sione that she liked. He wasn’t afraid to eat, or let her eat. She’d tried going cheap, only to have Jax pull her up short.
    “Kehau, I promise, eat whatever you want, I can afford it.”
    “I shouldn't, I'll regret it tomorrow teaching class,” she’d replied hesitantly.
    “Promise, a real burger won't kill you once in awhile.”
    In the end, she’d gotten a cheeseburger made with Kobe beef, garlic aioli, bacon, onion, lettuce, tomato with a thick slice of mozzarella, and a large side of sweet potato fries.
    “You were right, these are incredible,” she mumbled around a mouthful dipped in the maple-bacon fry sauce.
    “Only place to get them done right on the island.” He eyed her near-empty plate. “Care for another order of those?”
    Kehau looked up from the thick chocolate milkshake she'd started. “Please?”
    Jax chuckled and smiled, “Your wish is my command.”
    Kehau looked at her watch, checking the time. “Actually, can we make that a to-go order? I feel the need for an afternoon nap.”
    Jax laughed. “Certainly.”
    *****
    An hour later, tucked into his left side, Kehau relaxed as she and Jax curled up together for an afternoon nap, on a lounge chair, in the warm Hawaii sun at Kehau's place. Jax’s jacket and tie lay on the dining room table beside Kehau’s purse.
    She was still munching on the sweet potato fries, though she’d slowed down considerably. Finally, she closed the Styrofoam box.
    “Full?” Jax asked.
    “Stuffed. But those were so good!” she moaned. Pulling closer into him, Kehau marveled at how relaxed he seemed. And damn he smells good . It’s the same cologne as last night . Wonder what it is ? I swear it’s familiar but I don’t know why.
    “I have to ask, what cologne do you wear?” she said.
    “That’s a secret and you can't tell.”
    “I promise I won’t tell,” Kehau swore.
    “Nope. Not gonna say it. But I will let you try to figure it out on