Free Gravity by Dannika Dark Page B

this about?” I saw the serious look on his face and dropped my humorous tone.
    “Hearing you say the words our child.”
    I swallowed.
    Hard.
    “Logan, I can’t give you one of those.”
    “I didn’t ask.”
    “Do you want them?” It was a stupid question because I knew he did. His former mate had
    been pregnant with Tarek’s child and Logan was willing to raise it as his own. But maybe I wanted
    to hear it from his lips.
    His eyes slanted away. “Having young would bring me satisfaction.”
    “I don’t think you should waste your time chasing me when I can’t give you what you want.”
    Several small kisses tenderly touched my lips, awakening the butterflies. “You’re my lemon
    cake,” he whispered across my mouth. “Children would only be a scoop of ice cream on the side,
    but I don’t require any. You’re more than enough. You’ll always be everything that I want.”
    I leaned back a little. “Then why the enthusiasm?”
    He traced his finger across the small ridge on my upper lip. “Hearing your admission to sharing
    something with me in life, whether we can have it or not, that is what stirs the male within me.”
    I closed my mouth around his finger and gave it a little suck. He pulled it out quick. Awareness
    flared in his eyes, along with restraint. “I’m going to court you the right way, Silver. I’ve gone
    about it all wrong.”
    Remembering the intimate moment I’d shared with Logan sure didn’t feel wrong, but it had
    weighed heavily on his conscience. He felt that he wasn’t honoring the Chitah ways of courtship. I
    hadn’t accepted his claim because that was as good as marriage. We had so many strikes against
    us—being mortal enemies, for one. Still, I craved him whenever I shut my eyes at night and
    thought of his body tangled with mine.
    “Don’t you want me?”
    Logan’s chest vibrated like a bomb about to go off. His lips fell across my collarbone and
    savored me like melting chocolate under the summer sun. I weakened at the feel of his soft mouth
    consuming the taste of my body. His kiss was insistent and rapturous.
    “More than you know, Little Raven.”
    He lifted his warm golden eyes. I traced the outline of his strong cheekbones and curled my
    fingers around his ponytail. Logan nuzzled his smooth jaw against my cheek while caressing the
    side of my neck with his hand. It felt wonderful to be so close to him.
    “How long do you think you can hold out?” I tugged roughly on his hair, pulling his chin up so I
    could run my tongue over his Adam’s apple.
    Logan’s body responded whenever I took control—something a Chitah male was not used to,
    but it drove him wild. I slid to the floor between his legs and his entranced eyes dragged down to
    my mouth. With a swipe of my tongue, I wet my lips and continued running my hands up his
    thighs until my fingers curled around his shirt, slowly rolling the ends away from his stomach. Every
    move I made was dramatically slow, and I never looked away from the raw power pulsing in his
    eyes. It became foreplay, where the longer I held his gaze, the more aroused he became.
    My lips kissed the soft patch of skin just below his navel and I smelled his skin and tasted his
    energy. Logan’s breathing grew heavy and his hand trembled when it touched my shoulder.
    “Silver, stop.”
    His words were caged.
    I popped the button free on his black cargo pants and slowly pulled the zipper down. He grew
    thick beneath the fabric and I stroked him while trailing my kisses around his abs.
    Logan gripped my hair and pulled me away. “I can’t control myself if you keep doing that.” His
    canines slid out and a primal gaze painted his face.
    My tongue circled around the firm muscles on his stomach and he let out a ravenous moan.
    My argument would not be in words, but actions.
    I pulled the band down on his boxer briefs, revealing my first glimpse of him. Logan was
    beautiful, and my admiration stirred something prideful on his face. Some