Impulse by Dannika Dark

could get.
    “Turn around and face me,” he said. “I’m going to wash your hair.”
    He backed me into the stream of hot water and I sighed as his fingers gingerly massaged a mango-scented liquid throughout my scalp. It didn’t make any sense that Logan had so many scented toiletries and yet he never smelled like anything but a man.
    “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this,” I mumbled with a soft laugh.
    He rinsed the shampoo away and placed his heavy hands on my shoulders, making a slow descent down the curve of my back with a feathery touch.
    “Logan?”
    “Hmm?”
    “You can’t see in the dark, can you?”
    “Not entirely.”
    I pushed away and crossed my arms. “What does that mean? You can or you can’t?”
    “My sight is better than average in dim light. I can’t see in total darkness. Female, would it really matter after I have seen you naked with my hands? I know your body so well that I couldn’t mistake you for any other woman. I have imagined you in my mind, and you’re exquisite.”
    “Where do you intend to take this?”
    Logan’s hands were so sultry with every possessive stroke, and he slipped one behind my neck insistently.
    “I’ll go wherever you lead me. I don’t have to see you to know there is a glint of silvering in your eyes and your fingers are charged with passion. You want to be taken.” His mouth covered my ear. “And I want to be the one who takes you. Say yes and I won’t stop until I’m inside of you. Deep inside.”
    His finger brushed between my legs and I gasped in surprise from the unexpected intimate contact.
    “What about the courtship?” My voice trembled.
    “If this is what you want—then rules be damned—it’s what you’re going to get.” His slick finger stroked once more before withdrawing.
    My heart almost slammed on the brakes. “Am I not worth sticking to your rules?”
    There was amusement in his voice. “You’re the reason I don’t want to play by them.”
    “I want you to claim me in every way, Logan, but I can’t touch you. I can’t be with you like a normal woman. I want this, but…”
    His hands cradled my neck. “But what?”
    It didn’t feel right. I was immensely attracted to him and swept up in the moment, but the reason he instigated this to begin with didn’t set with me.
    “You brought me in here because you couldn’t stand me wearing another man’s cologne. It wasn’t about seduction or romance, or even a spontaneous move. I like being with you and feeling this way, but—”
    “You’re still not sure. I told you once that I would not bed a female who was doubtful, and I won’t now.” He sighed with frustration. “I would have been able to scent your doubt if it wasn’t for all this damn mango .”
    My energy leveled down and I touched his arm. “Are you mad?”
    “I’ll get you a towel and show you how mad I am,” he said sharply.
    I snapped my jaw shut as he moved out of the room and the light burst on. The stone wall molded against my back. His arm extended through the opening, offering me a long, white towel. After covering myself up, I shut off the water and warily stepped around the shower wall.
    Logan stood with his eyes respectfully closed and his arms folded.
    It wasn’t until I noticed the thick bulge in his wet trousers that I knew without a doubt that Logan Cross was a man of remarkable restraint.
    I took my time drying off the ends of my dripping hair with a small towel, admiring his luscious, golden skin and the masculine line of his body. Broad, rounded shoulders gave his body a V shape, and the muscles on his arms and abdomen were defined and solid. A selfish part of me wanted to see those beautiful patterns rippling across his arms and torso—the ones that changed colors when he was consumed with emotion. I wanted to be the one responsible.
    My crumpled clothes sat in a pile inside of the wastebasket. “What am I supposed to cover up with?”
    “Me?” A wolfish smile turned up the