Heather Bosch (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} shiftingembers) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heureuxlake, |
His teeth against skin so close to her neck drew a soft growl from Heather, her short nails scratching lightly across his lower back in response. Whatever this man was, he'd made the wolf part of her sit up and pay attention. She only had a few short moments to appreciate the sight of him without his shirt before he pulled her in close again, his lips against hers not quite enough to distract her from the slow pull of the zipper.
Heather let her arms drop to shrug off the dress, letting it pool around her feet until she was left in just her golden heels and the lingerie she'd chosen with the hope she might break her dry spell tonight. The bra was more for decoration than support considering the low cut of her dress and even that flimsy barrier still felt like too much despite her chest pressed close to his. Logan's groan went right through her, making her lift onto her toes as she nipped at his full lower lip, not at all turned off by a little bit of rough play. "Might be close," she said breathlessly, finding herself grinning. Any available surface sounded good in that moment and she licked her lips, grateful that there were no stairs in the one storey house.
Stepping fully out of the dress, Heather locked her hand on one of his impressive biceps, giving Logan a gentle push in the right direction. The benefit of living in a house designed for someone elderly was that everything was close at hand, including her bedroom at the back of the house. The door already open, Heather stopped only to slip off her shoes before turning back to Logan, needing more of everything.