Free Impulse by Dannika Dark Page B

he could learn how to seduce a woman exactly the way she desired.
    “I can’t talk about this with you,” I admitted in a quiet voice.
    His fingers squeezed my upper thigh. Logan wasn’t forceful, but he was determined when he lifted it over his shoulder.
    “Tell me what you want in a lover, Little Raven,” he urged. “We’re not leaving this room until you confess.”
    His warm breath heated my inside thigh and his hands never once stopped massaging. Logan’s scent reminded me of a thunderstorm—turbulent and dangerous, like an impending act of nature.
    What did I have to lose?
    “I want a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to show it.” That was the truth. Most of the men I knew were indecisive or secretive. Logan’s outspokenness and undeniable confidence is the reason I allowed him to court me.
    A lingering kiss settled against my thigh and my fingers tightened around the bar. He inched closer and reached around, washing my backside. I nearly lost it between the sandpapery feel of his cheek and the slippery suds.
    “And?” he pressed.
    His mouth slid higher.
    “Someone who takes his time.”
    He rewarded me with another kiss on my inner thigh—only higher. A needful growl vibrated against my skin.
    Desire clouded my thoughts when his cheek scraped against my soft skin, moving even closer, and his proximity was more than I could bear.
    “Do you like foreplay or stamina?”
    His mouth was so close that his breath touched me intimately—like scorching fire against my core. My leg reactively tried to pull him closer, but Logan was unmovable and I felt his smile spread across my leg.
    “This is the most foreplay I’ve ever had and if you want to know the truth—I don’t want you to stop.”
    He slid his hands upward and cool gel smoothed over my breasts. I was so startled by the unexpected contact that I stiffened. Logan placed a penetrating kiss against my inside thigh—this time his lips met with the crease of my leg and I threw my head back and it thumped against the wall. An ache throbbed between my legs I held my breath, squeezing the metal bar.
    “The most intoxicating scent on you is blushing desire.” The raw timbre of his voice carried a suggestion that those words were not meant for me to hear.
    Energy poured through my body like a river, forbidding me to touch him with my hands. I wanted to curl my fingers in his hair and feel the velvety stroke of his tongue as I stood languid in his arms.
    Instead, he kept talking while his fingers tempted every curve and line of my body. A thumb rolled over my hard nipple and his tongue simultaneously laved my sensitive skin.
    “Is this to your liking?”
    Each time he spoke, his breath was ragged and heated. Did he have any idea what that was doing to me? The textures—liquid soap, firm hands, rough whiskers, and hot water. He tortured my body with his touch, yet it’s what he wasn’t doing that sent me right over the cliff.
    That primal thrumming came from his throat, a purr that was deep and wild. He massaged my chest until it was slick and filmy and I leaned back. The shock of the cold stone wall against my back made me shriek out.
    His laugh was delicious and dark. “I like the sounds you make and look forward to being the one who gives them to you.”
    Logan stood up and a stream of water spattered against my chest from the showerhead. He aimed it at me and the sudsy liquid glided down my body.
    His sneakers squeaked on the tile and he took hold of my arm, wiping away the soap until a clean friction built up between us. It was more than I could have imagined as he gratified me with gentle persuasion. Logan wasn’t just touching me with his hands—he was coveting me. My body wasn’t simply washed with soap and water—it was revered in the gentle way he that he took his time. He may not have seen me naked, but he memorized every inch of my body with his tenacious hands.
    After the third round, I was about as primed as a woman