Logan could see the surprise at his statement, though he chose not to comment on it. How much of a manwhore did she think he was? He didn’t bring<i>that</i>many women home... or at least he didn’t tell her about that many. He didn’t kiss and tell, but she seemed to have a decent idea of how he spent his free time. It was the last thing he really wanted to discuss in that moment, although he also really didn’t want her thinking about it, not right then.<br/><br/>“I’m not stopping.” He promised, his voice barely more than a breath in the quiet room. He kissed her almost greedily, not willing to give up a moment of her lips against his. He didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, craving every inch of her and more. His hand slid over slightly, cupping one of her breasts and running his thumb over her nipple, moaning quietly in appreciation.<br/><br/>He paused slightly when he felt her hand on his cock, exhaling slowly as he did so. Fuck, she knew what she was doing. He didn’t quite know how he felt about that, but he damn sure didn’t have a problem with it. However, her question brought him back to the present, and his green eyes flashed to hers. “Getting to know each other.” He offered, smirking slightly. “I don’t know. But unless you want me to, I have no intention of stopping.” He said simply, making a trail of kisses from the corner of her lips down to her chest, removing his hand so his lips could circle her nipple. His hand instead slid downward, between her legs. Without hesitating, he pushed two fingers into her, thrusting them slowly while his thumb put slight pressure against her clit.