Logan Blackwood (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} horsecode) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heureuxlake, |
Pulling back from the kiss just in time to catch the grin, Logan smirked right back, sure that the expression on Heather's face held very good things for his future. He let her push him, even though he wanted to stand there and just drink in the sight of her body, barely hidden by the little scraps of fabric that were all she had left.
When they made it to the bedroom, he grabbed her by the hips, holding her still so he could sweep his gaze admiringly down the length of her. The blaze of heat in his eyes said more than words ever could, but just to leave her in no doubt at all, Logan murmured, "So fucking stunning, look at you." One hand trailed up, cupping her breast through the filmy fabric of her bra. "Think I can get this off without instructions," he assured, slipping the other hand to her back to squeeze the clasp open. He tugged the straps from her shoulders, watching as she shimmied herself free.