Logan sat lazily in the plush chair, in decadent posture. Making himself even more comfortable he leaned back further and crossed his legs, and motioned for Belle to straddle his lap.
She shook slightly when Logan said, 'Take my shirt off.' She only hesitated briefly, but long enough to cause his black brows to raise fractionally, his gaze intent on her mouth. She didn't want to hurt him further. His midsection was wrapped with bandages. Damn it. Why did he push himself so far in his training. She debated refusing but knew that this particular bit of exercise would do him more good than harm. Belle looked up to meet his disconcerting gaze, holding it as she unwrapped the fabric from around his body. Only a brief wince escaped his lips. He couldn't move his arms too high, bend to far forward, or make any quick movements, but his legs were fine, his arms firm and strong and the erection straining against the fabric of his denim jeans was …wild and pulsatingly healthy.
Logan softly reached out with his hand to touch the pink glow suffusing her cheek and throat, then dropped it down to grip her firmly around her wrist.
'Heal me, darlin'.' Logan said it abruptly and low in the quietness so that it wavered on the air like heavy mist. Logan slowly stood to push her up against the nearest wall. Scenting the air majestically like a wolf in anticipation of the chase. He could tell she was ready for him.
Belle felt her body held tightly against him and her blood sang out with fever. She reached back to grip his sides to pull him closer. Logan's eyes shut with instant agony as her grip came down on his bandaged wound. He let escape a smothered groan.
'Oh god…oh no.' Belle exclaimed. 'Are you ok?,' she asked as her hands dropped away like burned.
Logan's eyes opened. He nodded then took her hands in his possession once again. And repositioned them down low on his hips. His passion rose to touch her between her legs and he pushed closer. Poised and powerful. A gun to his head wouldn't stop him now.
He moved her hands to grip him on his hips and with passion hazed eyes whispered, 'What would you do to have that inside of you?'