Before Logan Met Amy

What Happens In Vegas

Logan sat on the bed, pulling Alexandra's legs into a straddle as she lay on top of him. 'Tell me more.' he murmured, eyes closed, trying to imagine the scene.

Alex ground herself playfully into his hardness, bracing herself for the moan he let loose. 'Well, I figured we'd hire a stripper or two, get drunk and then,' she continued to grind herself against him and began to outline his ear with her tongue, all the while finishing her perverted sentence. 'I'd gear up in my skimpy blue dress, the one you can't resist.'

She faultered as his hands slid down her body, leaving goosebumps where ever he touched and creating a desire so tangible between them that they both knew that unless there was a tornado ripping through the house, he would not be getting on that plane.

'And I'd wear the stilettoes that make you lick your lips.'

'If you wore that dress,' he stopped as his tongue explored the back of her throat. He leaned back on the bed. 'I'd have to come back and ruin all the fun you're having.'

She pulled his tongue deeper into her mouth, sinking her whole body into his. 'And why would that be?' she asked, an evil grin playing on her lips.

Logan flipped them, his feet on the floorboards making it easy for him to remove most of his weight from her and still be able to run his hands up (and down) her person in the most inappropriate way possible.

'Because,' he said after what seemed like a lifetime of saliva exchanging. He pulled his tongue out of her mouth and watched as she whimpered at the loss of contact. He almost whimpered too, he hated not being with her, in her and at the very least, near her. He'd always felt like he was home when they were in the same room.

'Because, at the risk of sounding like a possessive jerk, I can't stand the thought of another man's hands on you.' He leant down to kiss her, almost chastily, just as a tornado ripped through the room.