That was all he needed.
His lips captured hers again, slower this time… not rushed, but deep and meaningful. His hands traced along her arms, her sides, touching her like she was poetry he had waited too long to read.
The kiss deepened, heated, as her hands slid over his shoulders, his back. Her body melted under his, the way it never had with anyone before.
When his mouth trailed down her jaw to her neck, her breath hitched, her fingers curling into the sheets. Her body responded to him like it knew him… like it had always belonged to him.
His voice was hoarse against her skin.
"You don't know what you do to me."
And maybe she didn't.
Logan's hot breath tickled the back of Jean's neck as he leaned in closer.
