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."

His hand slid lower, caressing over the swell of her hip, fingers grazing teasingly before curling around her thigh, lifting it against him. Jean’s breath turned into a soft moan, muffled against his shoulder as her nails dug into his skin... not to push him away, but to anchor herself against the rush of desire.

She tilted her head back as Logan’s mouth trailed hot, open kisses down the column of her neck, stopping to nip gently at her collarbone, leaving behind wet heat and the faintest mark of possession. Her breath came faster, misting in the humid air, mixing with the spray of water pounding gently on the tile.

Logan paused, lifting his head to meet her eyes. Even half lidded and dark with want, there was tenderness there... a silent question. "Can I go hard?"

Jean answered without words, rising on her toes, her mouth meeting his in a hungry, desperate kiss. Water beaded and slipped down their intertwined bodies, their shared warmth burning hotter than the steam around them.

His hand slid around her lower back, pressing her to him, and Jean gasped at the feel of him so close, so real. She pressed back, her hands sliding up to cup his face, thumbs brushing along his jaw before tugging him down to kiss her again... slower, deeper, as if tasting him could banish every shadow from her mind.

Their kiss broke only when breathing became a necessity, both panting softly, foreheads pressed together, eyes locked.

"You’re so beautiful, Jean..." Logan whispered, voice husky and hoarse, the words raw with sincerity.

Jean felt her cheeks flush despite the heat, her heart fluttering.

"And you’re still overdressed," She teased breathlessly, fingers tugging at his soaked waistband, earning a deep, low laugh from Logan.

He helped her, shedding the last barrier between them, and then pressed her gently back against the warm tile. His touch turned slower, reverent, as his hands traced the dip of her waist, the curve of her breast, making her shiver despite the heat.

Jean arched into his touch, her breath coming in ragged sighs, every nerve lit by the warmth of his hands, the press of his mouth on her damp skin. Logan took his time, exploring every inch of her as if committing her to memory... every gasp, every quiet moan, every shudder.

She murmured his name, soft and urgent, as his lips claimed hers again... the kiss growing feverish, water cascading around them, the world reduced to steam, heartbeat, and breathless need.

When Logan finally pulled back, his chest heaving, his forehead resting against hers, he whispered roughly,

"You have no idea what you’re doing to me Jean. Look how hard I am for you."

Jean smiled faintly, her own body trembling with desire, but her gaze steady and unafraid. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Me too," she breathed. "Logan, you are the only one who made me realize how blissful it is. You are the only one I would accept this from."

Logan’s breath caught at her words... raw, trembling, but certain. That single sentence shattered the last thread of restraint he clung to.

With a quiet, shaky exhale, he caught her lips in a bruising, breath stealing kiss. His hands swept down the slick curve of her back, gripping her thighs and lifting her effortlessly. Jean’s soft gasp was swallowed by his mouth as she wrapped her legs around his waist, the water falling over them like a warm veil.

For a moment, all that existed was heat and steam. Her soft skin against his, her heart beating so wildly he felt it in his own chest.

Logan tore his lips from hers, his voice husky, almost pleading,

"Say it again, Jean... tell me you want this."

Jean’s chest heaved with breathless want, her damp hair clinging to flushed cheeks as she whispered against his lips, "I want you... all of you, Logan."

With a groan that sounded almost like surrender, Logan stepped out of the shower, carrying her easily. Water dripped from their bodies, glistening under soft bedroom light as he laid her gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers.

Jean’s heart pounded... not with fear, but with a different kind of vulnerability. And Logan... Logan moved over her like a man starved, yet still careful, his hands tracing the curve of her waist, reverent as if he were touching something precious he was afraid to break.

She arched up to meet his touch, drawing a ragged gasp from him. Their mouths met again, slower now, tasting, exploring... as if rediscovering each other with every kiss. His fingers danced over her ribs, along her hips, sending shivers across her damp skin.

"You’re beautiful," Logan whispered against her throat, his voice so raw it almost hurt. "You always were... even when you drove me crazy."

Jean’s breath caught, a soft laugh tangled with a trembling sigh. "And you... you’re not the man I thought you were."

His thumb brushed over her lower lip, gently tugging it down before kissing her again... deeper, messier, their tongues tangling as her fingers dug into his shoulders.