Logan watched and listen, kind of enchanted by the whole package. That sweet little voice, rough and husky in her foreign tongue, all pale skin and dark, silky hair as she slid down his body and finally--

"Jesus...Christ." he rasped, eyes rolling shut as his hips jerked into her touch. He was so painfully aroused, he was in real danger of embarrassing the hell out of himself, but the feel of those long, delicate little fingers curling around fevered flesh was almost too good for him to care...