Jean didn't move.
Didn't flinch.
Didn't shove him away.
So he took a breath, heart pounding… and trailed his lips down, brushing against her temple… her cheek… pausing for a moment to feel her breath catch… before kissing the corner of her lips.
Her hands clenched against his arms.
Still, she didn't stop him.
His hands moved to her waist, grounding her, pulling her just slightly forward. His lips traced her jawline… slow, reverent… until he reached her shoulder, where the neckline of her top had slipped just slightly. His mouth grazed her skin, feather light, yet it sent shivers through her.
"Logan…" she whispered, not as a warning, but as if she was just now remembering where they were.
Why? Why can't she resist him?
He paused, his lips still hovering against her collarbone. "Tell me to stop… and I will."
But she didn't.
Instead, her hand rested lightly against his chest… feeling his heartbeat, strong and frantic.
