"God," Rogue gasped, back arching, legs splaying further open. Logan's hand clutched at her stocking covered thigh, a growl rumbling through his chest as he used his tongue on her.

Spilled champagne discolored the carpet, and steam wafted from the shower that had been left running when he'd thrown her on the bed.

He hadn't meant to walk in on her undressing, but the sight of her, bent over to pick up something dropped, her body bare except for nearly sheer stockings, made him drop the champagne he'd brought and take care of the virginity she'd been whining about lately.