He undressed for her, piece by piece, baring himself completely. When they were finally skin against skin, Jean's hands roamed over his chest, feeling the heat and the heartbeat that matched hers in its wild rhythm.
Their kisses deepened, lips parting and breaths mixing until the ache became unbearable. Logan's hands slid down her sides, over the curve of her thighs, before settling at her hips. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.
"If you want me to stop…"
"Don't," she whispered, voice shaking. "I want this. I want you."
Logan exhaled shakily, his forehead resting against hers as he positioned himself. For a brief moment, everything else… The rain still drumming faintly against the window, the chaos waiting outside these walls… fell away.
With a slow, careful push, he entered her, drawing a gasp from Jean's lips. Logan froze, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, fighting every instinct that told him to go faster, deeper.
