Chapter 228: Make Love To Me (18+)
Logan’s own restraint frayed. His hands moved over her... skimming the delicate dip of her waist, the slope of her ribs, the softness of her skin he’d ached to touch for so long.
They undressed each other in slow, breathless moments... kisses breaking, then crashing back together. Clothing hit the floor piece by piece, until nothing stood between them but heat, history, and a need too long denied.
Jean’s hands trembled slightly, but her gaze held steady, silently telling him. This is what I want.
And Logan, breathing hard, jaw tight with need, whispered back against her lips.
"Tell me to stop, Jean... tell me now if you want me to..."
But Jean only shook her head, her voice a bare whisper. "Don’t stop."
They stumbled back, lips locked, until the edge of the couch met the back of Jean’s knees. Logan pulled away just enough to see her face... searching, making sure, silently asking again if she is liking this.
Jean answered with her hands, curling around his neck, pulling him closer until there was no space left.
He lowered her carefully onto the couch, his body following, hovering over her but not crushing, never forcing. His touch was deliberate, reverent. The rough pads of his fingers traced slow, shivering paths along her collarbone, down to the delicate curve of her waist.
"You’re shaking," He murmured, voice low, barely audible over the pounding of both their hearts.
"I’m not scared," She breathed back. "Not of you."
Her confession made something fierce and fragile flare in his chest.