The Ruthless CEO's Revenge Wife-Chapter 245: UNDER HIS SOLACE (18+)

Jean let out a shaky laugh that caught between a sob and a sigh, leaning into his touch. "You make it sound so easy."

"It’s not easy," He admitted. "But it’s real."

For a moment, neither spoke. The world felt muted, held together by the quiet between them. Then, Logan leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers.

"We’ll get through this, Jean. For Emma. For you. For us."

She nodded softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she soaked in his warmth, his steadiness.

"Stay with me tonight?" She asked, almost shyly.

"Always," He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

The city lights blinked on beyond them, but right then, neither of them noticed... their entire world had narrowed to this shared breath, this small, stolen moment of quiet strength.

The quiet on the balcony wrapped around them like a blanket, the cool breeze catching strands of Jean’s hair. Logan’s breath brushed over her skin, and she felt the hard thrum of his heart through the thin layer of his shirt.

"I don’t know why but I like to feel your warmth..." She whispered again, but this time there was a deeper plea behind it... something fragile and wanting.

Logan’s gaze darkened, warmth and restraint battling in his eyes. He lifted his hand to cup her jaw, his thumb grazing the corner of her mouth.

"Jean..." His voice was hoarse, almost rough. "If I stay, I might not be able to just hold you."

"Then don’t just hold me," She breathed out, voice barely louder than the wind.

The words hung between them, raw and trembling. Logan swallowed, his thumb brushing over her lips as if memorizing their shape. And then he leaned in, kissing her with a tenderness that slowly deepened into something hungry, something desperate.

Jean gasped softly against his mouth, her fingers tightening at the lapel of his jacket, tugging him closer until there was no space left. The kiss turned hotter, slower but full of unspoken ache.

"Jean..." Logan murmured against her lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against hers. "Are you sure?"

"I’m sure," She whispered back, her eyes meeting his... wide, vulnerable, but filled with resolve.

That was all it took. Logan’s self restraint cracked, his lips descending on hers again, more urgent this time.

His hands traced the curve of her waist, pulling her against him until her back met the balcony rail. Jean arched slightly into his touch, her breath catching as his palms traveled up her sides, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts through the fabric of her blouse.

"Inside," Logan rasped, his voice low, frayed with desire. "Not here."

Jean nodded, breathless, and let him guide her back into the penthouse. They stumbled together while kissing each other through the quiet living room, hearts pounding too loud in the rush.

In the privacy of the dimly lit room, Logan paused, his gaze raking over her flushed face, her parted lips.

"You’re beautiful," He whispered, voice thick. "You’re so fucking beautiful Jean."

Jean reached up, fingers skimming over his cheek, tracing the sharp line of his jaw.

"Then show me," She breathed. "Show me how you want to have me."

With a deep groan, Logan captured her mouth again, hands slipping under the hem of her blouse, lifting it over her head in one fluid motion. Jean’s hands fumbled at the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. Skin met skin... warm, electrifying.

Their movements were messy, urgent but soft... Logan’s lips mapped over her neck, her collarbone, the hollow between her breasts. Jean’s breath came in shaky gasps, her fingers threading into his hair, anchoring herself.

"Tell me if it’s too much," He murmured against her skin, his words ragged but tender.

"Don’t stop," She whispered back, voice breaking on a shiver. "Please, Logan... don’t stop."

They made it to the edge of the bed, where Logan gently lowered her down. His kisses grew slower there, savoring every inch of her, worshipping her scars and softness alike. Jean’s eyes fluttered open and closed, overwhelmed by the heat pooling low in her belly, the feel of his mouth on her skin.

"I like you," He breathed, the words spilling out as if he couldn’t hold them back anymore. "I like you so damn much."

Jean’s breath caught, tears springing to her eyes, but she smiled, her hand framing his face.

"I know," she whispered, voice shaking. "And I like you too."

Under the soft light, they let go... of past shadows, of lingering fear and let their bodies speak the truths their hearts had long been screaming.

He sucked on her breasts, licking and teasing until Jean was a mess underneath him. Her hands turned into fists and tugged onto his hair.

They reached the bed, breathless and tangled together, the moonlight spilling through the window, painting them in silver and shadow. Logan paused above her, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His gaze searched her face as if silently asking again for permission.

Jean answered him not with words but with a soft, trembling kiss, her fingers brushing the hair away from his forehead.

"Please, Logan," she whispered against his lips, voice breaking. "I need you."

That single plea undid him. Logan’s hands traced reverently down her sides, thumbs brushing over the swell of her hips. He lowered himself, kissing along her jaw, down the graceful column of her neck, his lips pausing over her pulse point where her heart thundered beneath skin.

Jean shivered under his touch, her breath catching each time his mouth moved lower. His kisses were neither rushed nor demanding; they were slow, savoring, as though he was memorizing every inch of her.

His hand moved to the clasp of her bra, pausing... eyes lifting to meet hers again. She nodded, her lips parting as a shaky breath escaped. When the fabric fell away, Logan swallowed hard, overcome by the sight of her vulnerability, her trust.

"You’re perfect," He murmured, voice rough with awe.

Jean’s cheeks flushed, her eyes glimmering with both desire and uncertainty. She reached for him, her fingers brushing the waistband of his trousers. Logan drew in a sharp breath, gently capturing her hand.

"Let me," He whispered.