She caught his reflection in the mirror… those dark eyes smoldering with restraint he was rapidly losing.
"You were enjoying me getting scolded earlier," he murmured against her skin, lips trailing up toward her ear. "You looked so smug while Mom tore into me."
Jean bit her lip, meeting his eyes in the glass. "You deserved it."
"I don't disagree," he whispered, mouth just below her jaw now. "But you do know there's a price for betrayal…"
His hand slipped down, tugging at the edge of her towel.
She sucked in a breath. "What price?"
Logan's smirk turned darker. "Let me show you."
"Ah…nn…ahn…" A lewd throaty voice escapes from her lips as her tongue sticks out for him to devour with his. While their tongues overlapping in a messy dance, both of his hands are now fondling her breasts over her wet towel.
"Logan…" She moaned in want… not in protest. Not anymore.
