Logan only registered that the storm had passed and dawn approached in the back of his mind. All his senses were focused on the contrast between his hard, hairy body and all the soft planes, angles and curves of the woman in his bed. He gladly lifted his hips and helped Jean push his jeans off him, feeling his manhood rise and hug his tight belly with want. That done, there was nothing to distract him from getting Jean completely naked, and he did his very best to catalog every new expanse of exposed flesh with hands and mouth, hoping to make the pretty girl sing with his attentions.
It was likely that they'd miss breakfast altogether, and Logan for one wouldn't mind a bit. He wasn't in any hurry to leave his bed until he had memorized Jean's body and learned what gave her the most pleasure.