Jean whispered, voice soft yet teasing, "Took you long enough, Mr. Kingsley."
Logan's lips curved, "Worth the wait, Mrs. Kingsley."
And he bent down to kiss her, water pouring around them like a curtain drawn just for two.
The first brush of Logan's lips against hers felt warm and possessive, tasting of steam and shared breath. Jean melted into the kiss, her wet palms pressing to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath skin slick from the shower's spray.
Logan slid a hand around her waist, fingers splaying across the curve of her hip, tugging her closer until there was no space left between them. The water streamed over their bodies, trickling along collarbones, ribs, and the soft dip of Jean's waist.
Jean gasped softly when his mouth traced from her lips down to her jaw, then to the sensitive skin just below her ear.
"Logan…" She whispered, breath catching.
"Shh," He murmured against her skin, his voice deep and low, "just… feel."
