This chapter is R rated, due to sexual content. Please be advised not to continue reading if this will offend you. Everything is in good taste, but may not be appropriate for all readers. Sorry for any inconvienience and please enjoy.
She thought she heard Logan call her name.
She continued to tease her taught nipple as her free hand undid the button on her jeans. She arched high to be able to slip them and her panties from her tortured hips, kicking them to the floor.
Logan swollowed, hard, and shifted uncomfortably. Wow. She is not making this easy, he thought. All he wanted to do was ravage her delicate frame, give her what she wanted, what she needed.
Her petite hand caressed her stomach, her impressive hips, her active thighs; she squeezed them in frustration. She was thrusting in time with her deep breathing aching for what she could not have.
Logan knelt beside her bed, undoing the button and fly on his own pants relieving some of the uncomfortable tightness there-in. He was inches away from her, he could smell the sweetness between her legs. He longed to touch her firey skin, to delve deep inside and satisfy her hungry appetite.
Massaging her inner thighs she slowly and methodically inched towards her lascivious centre, softly stimulating her swollen clitoris.
"Logan..." she panted.
He couldn't believe she was doing that or any of this. He couldn't help himself any longer. He reached out and traced his hand across her flushed cheek.
"Rory, "
She inhaled and froze. Her eyes shot open, shocked and horrified.
"Logan." pause. "GET OUT!" she sceamed.
Logan tumbled over backwards, stumbled a few feet and regained his footing. Without a word he shot out of her room and the suite all together.
Rory just sat in bed, breathless and confussed.
Okay, so Logan was there, watching her. Watching her... okay... And why was she soo horrified, she was thinking about him. But he was there, watching her...
Rory shook her head, got up, got dressed and started pacing around the suite. It wasn't five minutes before a knock at the door made her jump.
"Deep breathe Gilmore, calm down, get the door." She told herself.
She barely had the door open before Logan grabbed and kissed her soo passionately that she felt her head start spinning.
Okay...
Logan, never lossing her lips, hands wrapped firmly around her waist and neck, steered them to her room and expertly closed the door with his foot.
Okay.
A/N: I am soo sorry this took soo long. But I had such troubles with it that it isn't even written the way I'd like it, until I actually posted what wasn't good, started to write chapter 6 and actually ended 5 better instead. So here is chapter 5, better than it wsa before.
