"You're beautiful," Logan whispered against her collarbone, the words sending heat curling low in her stomach.
She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze… so open, so painfully tender. "I want to feel your skin Logan."
His eyes held patience, he knew he needed to control his carnal desires. "Do as you want… you can feel me however you want."
He then stood up on his knees and started to undress himself when Jean stopped him… "Let me."
Jean stood up on the bed and slowly slowly started to unbutton his shirt. While her eyes locked with his. Logan smiled at her, giving her the courage to explore her new found desire.
It was a foreign feeling… How she instantly put her lips on his bare chest. Then trailing down to his chiseled body. His fingers reached up her hair and gently tugs on it. "Jean…"
She heard it. Her name on his lips. In pleasure.
It makes her want to make him feel it more. Give him all she could.
